546 Quotes by James Russell Lowell

Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal; Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?

Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.

Of my merit On that pint you yourself may jedge: All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge.

Stories now, to suit a public taste, must be half epigram, half pleasant vice.

To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.

And blessed are the horny hands of toil.

Wise skepticism is the first attribute of a good critic.

Winds wanders, and dews drip earthward; Rains fall, suns rise and set; Earth whirls, and all but to prosper A poor little violet.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.