|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Philip James Bailey. (18161905) (continued)|
| Music tells no truths.|
| Festus. Scene xi. A Village Feast. 1 |
| Poets are all who love, who feel great truths,|
And tell them; and the truth of truths is love.
| Festus. Scene xvi. The Hesperian Sphere.|
|Henry David Thoreau. (18171862)|
| My life is like a stroll upon the beach,|
As near the oceans edge as I can go.
| The Fishers Boy.|
| I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.|
| Whateer we leave to God, God does|
And blesses us.
| I hear beyond the range of sound,|
I see beyond the range of sight,
New earths and skies and seas around,
And in my day the sun doth pale his light.
| She with one breath attunes the spheres,|
And also my poor human heart.
| Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.|
| It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising; but, doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it. 2 |
| For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.|
Browning: Charles Avison, page 714. [back]
Rostand: Chantecler. Hymn to the Sun, page 998. [back]