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.

James Russell Lowell
American poet, critic, editor, and diplomat (1819-1891)
148 pieces
- Lived
- 1819–1891
- Born
- Cambridge
- Died
- Cambridge
- Nationality
- United States
- Known as
- writer, teacher, poet, diplomat
- Era
- 19th century
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Works (148)
In life's small things be resolute and great To keep thy muscle trained: know'st thou when Fate Thy measure takes, or when she'll say to thee, "I find thee worthy; do this deed for me"?
The Maple puts her corals on in May, While loitering frosts about the lowlands cling, To be in tune with what the robins sing.
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the Many, honored by the Few; To count as naught in World or Church or State; But inwardly in secret to be great.
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
In the scales of the destinies brawn will never weigh so much as brain. Our healing is not in the storm or in the whirlwind, it is not in monarchies, or aristocracies, or democracies, but will be revealed by the still small voice that …
I do not believe in violent changes, nor do I expect them.
Communism means barbarism, but Socialism means, or wishes to mean, cooperation and community of interests, sympathy, the giving to the hands not so large a share as to the brains, but a larger share than hitherto in the wealth they must …
Democracy in its best sense is merely the letting in of light and air.
An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed. She is said to lie at the bottom of a well, for the very reason, perhaps, that whoever looks down in search of her sees his …
Their children learned the lesson of compromise only too well, and it was the application of it to a question of fundamental morals that cost us our civil war. We learned once for all that compromise makes a good umbrella but a poor roof; …
Their problem was how to adapt English principles and precedents to the new conditions of American life, and they solved it with singular discretion. They put as many obstacles as they could contrive, not in the way of the people's will, …
They were not seduced by the French fallacy that a new system of government could be ordered like a new suit of clothes. They would as soon have thought of ordering a new suit of flesh and skin. It is only on the roaring loom of time that …
The framers of the American Constitution were far from wishing or intending to found a democracy in the strict sense of the word, though, as was inevitable, every expansion of the scheme of government they elaborated has been in a …
Democracy is nothing more than an experiment in government, more likely to succeed in a new soil, but likely to be tried in all soils, which must stand or fall on its own merits as others have done before it. For there is no trick of …
I have hinted that what people are afraid of in democracy is less the thing itself than what they conceive to be its necessary adjuncts and consequences.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
A wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.
Where Church and State are habitually associated it is natural that minds, even of a high order, should unconsciously come to regard religion as only a subtler mode of police.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character.
An umbrella is of no avail against a Scotch mist.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion, — emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.