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| Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made it malignant, as a bad heart of Procreates turned the bed, the symbol of repose, into an instrument of torture. | | Uncategorized | |
| Each morning see some task begun, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done | | Uncategorized | |
| Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose | | Uncategorized | |
| Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest! | | Uncategorized | |
| Every heart has its secret sorrows which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad | | Uncategorized | |
| Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. | | Men; Sadness; Sorrow | |
| Every man must patiently bide his time. He must wait / not in listless idleness but in constant, steady, cheerful endeavors, always willing and fulfilling and accomplishing his task, that when the occasion comes he may be equal to the occasion. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. | | Fame | |
| Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed, ... Scattered were they, like flakes of snow . . . friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city. | | Uncategorized | |
| For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as the evening twilight fades away, the sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. | | Age; Youth | |
| For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. | | Uncategorized | |
| Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think. | | Giving | |
| Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think. | | Uncategorized | |
| God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting. | | Uncategorized | |
| Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. | | Uncategorized | |
| He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder, He could grind them into powder | | Magic | |
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| He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels | | Uncategorized | |
| He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce. | | Uncategorized | |
