Quotes from Richard Henry Stoddard

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.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

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!

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

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

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

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

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

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

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

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