546 Quotes by James Russell Lowell

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

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan Repeating us by rote: For him her Old World moulds aside she threw And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new.

Be He nowhere else, God is in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens, and consoles.

Who's not sat tense before his own heart's curtain.

We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.

The dandelions and buttercups gild all the lawn: the drowsy bee stumbles among the clover tops, and summer sweetens all to me.

It is the vain endeavor to make ourselves what we are not that has strewn history with so many broken purposes and lives left in the rough.

Fashion being the art of those who must purchase notice at some cheaper rate than that of being beautiful, loves to do rash and extravagant things. She must be forever new, or she becomes insipid.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.