William C. Bryant Quotes

Self-interest is the most ingenious and persuasive of all the agents that deceive our consciences, while by means of it our unhappy and stubborn prejudices operate in their greatest force.

The journalist should be on his guard against publishing what is false in taste or exceptionable in morals.

Adversity is the nurse of greatness which roughly rocks her patients back to health.

Loveliest of lovely things are they,On earth, that soonest pass away.The rose that lives its little hourIs prized beyond the sculptured flower.

All things that are on earth shall wholly pass away,Except the love of God, which shall live and last for aye.

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

Difficulty is the nurse of greatness.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join, The innumerable caravan which moves, To that mysterious realm where each shall take, His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged by his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed, By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch, About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

Autumn, the year’s last, loveliest smile.

Old ocean’s gray and melancholy waste.

The air was fragrant with a thousand trodden aromatic herbs, with fields of lavender, and with the brightest roses blushing in tufts all over the meadows.