Wisdom is corrupted by ambition, even when the quality of the…

An unreflected light did never yet Dazzle the vision feminine.

Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages.

We figure to ourselves The thing we like; and then we build it up, As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,— For thought is tired of wandering o’er the world, And homebound Fancy runs her bark ashore.

He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. Eternity mourns that. ’Tis an ill cure For life’s worst ills, to have no time to feel them. Where sorrow ’s held intrusive and turned out, There wisdom will not enter, nor true power, Nor …

I have not skill From such a sharp and waspish word as "No" To pluck the sting.

The world knows nothing of its greatest men.