Quotes from James Russell Lowell

Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.

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.

A sneer is the weapon of the weak.

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.

Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or by the handle.

Not what we give, But what we share, For the gift without the giver Is bare.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.

There is no good arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth and falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, some new decision, offering each bloom or blight, And the choice goes by forever twixt that darkness and that light.

One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

A weed is no more than a flower in disguise.

Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed Confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, And cries reproachful: "Was it then my praise, And not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.

Democracy has a habit of making itself generally disagreeable by asking the powers-that-be at the most inconvenient moment whether they are the powers-that-ought-to-be

Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

Compromise makes a good umbrella, but a poor roof.

Marilah kita bergembira. Ingatlah bahwa kemalangan yang paling sulit ditanggung adalah yang tidak pernah menimpa kita.

Even as the roots, shut in the darksome earth, Share in the tree top's joyance, and conceive Of sunshine and wide air and winged things, By sympathy of nature, so do I

What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.