95 Quotes by Bayard Taylor

Pens carry further than rifled cannon.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

Sometimes an hour of Fate's serenest weather Strikes through our changeful sky its coming beams; Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Waits the fulfilment of our dearest dreams.

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own.

To Truth's house there is a single door, which is experience.

The aquilegia sprinkled on the rocks A scarlet rain; the yellow violet Sat in the chariot of its leaves, the phlox Held spikes of purple flame in meadows wet, And all the streams with vernal-scented reed Were fringed, and streaky bellow of miskodeed.

The most annoying of all blockheads is a well-read fool.