Great Throughts Treasury

"We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are."

"Given the books of a man, it is not difficult, I think, to detect therein the personality of the man, and the station in life to which he was born."

"There is no death-the thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life, Which is itself an insufficient name, Faint recognition of that unknown life- That Power whose shadow is the Universe."

"I am not alone, For solitude like this is populous. And its abundant life of sky and sun, High-floating clouds, low mists, and wheeling birds, And waves that ripple shoreward all day long, Whether the tide is setting in or out, Forever rippling shoreward, dark and bright, As lights and shadows, and the shifting winds Pursue each other in their endless play, Is more than the companionship of man."

"Around our pillows golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, The angels come, and go, the Messengers of God! Nor, though they fade from us, do they depart-- It is the childly heart We walk as heretofore, Adown their shining ranks, but see them nevermore."

"Children are the keys of Paradise, They alone are good and wise, Because their thoughts, their very lives, are prayer."

"Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow’s purse is free."

"There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life."

"Let me silent be; For silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above."

"There is no hope--the future will but turn The old sand in the falling glass of time."

"Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity."