Where go the poet's lines? Answer, ye evening tapers! Ye auburn locks, ye golden curls, Speak from your folded papers!
Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)
Source: The Poet's Lot.
Contributed by: Zaady
Man has his will - but woman has her way.
Source: The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?
Source: The Deacon’s Masterpiece
The man who is always worrying whether or not his soul would be damned generally has a soul that isn't worth a damn.
To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it - but we must sail and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris.
Many ideas grow better when transplanted into another mind than in the one where they sprang up.
Truth is tough. It will not break, like a bubble, at a touch; nay, you may kick it about all day, like a football, and it will be round and full at evening.
One unquestioned text we read, All doubt beyond, all fear above; Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed Can burn or blot it-God is love.
Source: What we all think.
Like sentinel and nun, they keep Their vigil on the green.
Source: The Cambridge Churchyard.
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