History casts its shadow far into the land of song.

Into a world unknown,-the corner-stone of a nation!

If we could read the secret history of our enemies.

People demand freedom only when they have no power.

The country is not priest-ridded, but press-ridden.

In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.

Who dares To say that he alone has found the truth?

Do not delay, Do not delay: the golden moments fly!

My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea

No endeavour is in vain; Its reward is in the doing.

There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.

Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

Look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.

Out of the shadows of night The world rolls into light.

Nature is a revelation of God; Art a revelation of man.

Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies.

Art is the gift of God, and must be used unto His glory.

Will without power is like children playing at soldiers.

Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.

The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and silence.

An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.

It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.

Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others.

Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it.

Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat.

The twilight that surrounds the border-land of old romance.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

In youth all doors open outward; in old age all open inward.

Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.

Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!

Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us!

All your strength is in union, all your danger is in discord.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

I am more afraid of deserving criticism than of receiving it.

They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again.

Sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great.

Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice triumphs.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!

All things must change To something new, to something strange.

Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay.

When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.

A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely.

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