Quotes
Quotes about Pen
On the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
Man!
Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.
Think'st thou existence doth depend on time?
It doth; but actions are our epochs.
All human history attests
That happiness for man,--the hungry sinner!--
Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner.
With hue like that when some great painter dips
His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and this must be
Our chastisement or recompense.
Go forth under the open sky, and list
To Nature's teachings.
The self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that ofttimes hath
Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Nevermore
Let the great interests of the State depend
Upon the thousand chances that may sway
A piece of human frailty; swear to me
That ye will seek hereafter in yourselves
The means of sovereignty.
I came hither [Craigenputtoch] solely with the design to simplify my way of life and to secure the independence through which I could be enabled to remain true to myself.
His death, which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell.
He touched his harp, and nations heard, entranced,
As some vast river of unfailing source,
Rapid, exhaustless, deep, his numbers flowed
And opened new fountains in the human heart.
With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out.
Its constitution the glittering and sounding generalitiesof natural right which make up the Declaration of Independence.
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can't imagine why or whence;--
Then in a moment--Presto, pass!--
Your joys are withered like the grass;
The sweet imperious mouth, whose haughty valor
Defied all portents of impending doom.
I like a church; I like a cowl;
I like a prophet of the soul;
And on my heart monastic aisles
Fall like sweet strains or pensive smiles:
Yet not for all his faith can see
Would I that cowléd churchman be.
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
What we anticipate seldom occurs;what we least expected generally happens.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The success of any great moral enterprise does not depend upon numbers.
Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows;
But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners;
There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance.
Time has laid his hand
Upon my heart gently, not smiting it,
But as a harper lays his open palm
Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
We lack but open eye and ear
To find the Orient's marvels here;
The still small voice in autumn's hush,
Yon maple wood the burning bush.
