What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
About James Russell Lowell
James Russell Lowellwas an American Romantic poet, critic, editor, and diplomat. He is associated with the fireside poets, a group of New England writers who were among the first American poets that rivaled the popularity of British poets.
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Fate loves the fearless.
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The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
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Who’s not sat tense before his own heart’s curtain.
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Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.
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It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.
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The eye is the notebook of the poet.
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And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.
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Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
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A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
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Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief.
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No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
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In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.
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Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
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Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.
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He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.
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The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
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Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.
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Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.
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Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
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As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new – and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
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Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
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Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
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Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
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True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment.
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Not failure, but low aim, is crime.
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Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
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One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
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Democracy is the form of government that gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
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To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.
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Children are God’s Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.
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The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.
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All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
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Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne.
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An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.
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There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
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If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
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In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade’s no easier to make than an oak.
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I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.
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Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
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There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
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Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
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Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.
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Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men’s souls.
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Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
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Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts.
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Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.
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It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
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There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
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The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
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Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
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Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.
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Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.
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The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
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Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
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Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
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Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof; it is temporary expedient, often wise in party politics, almost sure to be unwise in statesmanship.
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Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.
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What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us.
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Let us be of good cheer, however, remembering that the misfortunes hardest to bear are those which never come.
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Folks never understand the folks they hate.
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Light is the symbol of truth.
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What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.
American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat (1819-1891)
Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.
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On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women.
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The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.
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A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
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