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| Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night. | | Uncategorized | |
| His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can; And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man | | Uncategorized | |
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| How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend! | | Uncategorized | |
| However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure. | | Uncategorized | |
| I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much audacious hope and trembling fear, so much of the heart's history, that all errors and shortcomings are for a while lost sight of in the amiable self assertion of youth. | | Uncategorized | |
| I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets. | | Uncategorized | |
| I hear in the chamber above me / The patter of little feet. | | Uncategorized | |
| I heard the bells on Christmas Day; their old familiar carols play, and wild and sweet the word repeat of peace on earth, good-will to men! | | Christmas | |
| I know a maiden fair to see, / Take care! / She can both false and friendly be, / Beware! Beware! | | Uncategorized | |
| I shot an arrow in the air, / It fell to earth, I know not where. | | Uncategorized | |
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where (The Arrow and the Song) | | Uncategorized | |
| I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. | | Uncategorized | |
| I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn. | | Uncategorized | |
| I stood on the bridge at midnight, / As the clocks were striking the hour. | | Uncategorized | |
| I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding. | | Uncategorized | |
| If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning. | | Uncategorized | |
| If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility | | Enemies | |
| If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody. | | Uncategorized | |
| If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. | | Goals | |
