546 Quotes by James Russell Lowell

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.

Truth only needs to be for once spoken out; and there’s such music in her, such strange rhythm, as makes men’s memories her joyous slaves.

From lower to the higher next, Not to the top, is Nature’s text; And embryo Good, to reach full stature, Absorbs the Evil in its nature.

Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave; plausibility clings to her skirts and holds her back till then.

All God’s angels come to us disguised.

Life seems a jest of Fate’s contriving.

That best academy, a mother’s knee.

The stiff rails were softened to swan’s-down, and still fluttered down the snow.

Humbleness is always grace; always dignity.