John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes
An influential American Quaker poet and ardent advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States.
(1807 - 1892)
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"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word; I hate to go above you, Because" - the brown eyes lower fell, - "Because, you see, I love you!"
[Love]
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"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said.
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All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
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As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
[Business]
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Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
[Beauty]
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Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
[God]
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Dream not that helm and harness are signs of valor true. - Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
[Heroism]
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Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
[Prayer]
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For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.
[Risks]
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Forever from the hand that takes one blessing from us, others fall; and soon or late, our Father makes his perfect recompense to all.
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From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
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Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
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God's colors all are fast.
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His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good.
[Goodness]
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I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
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It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
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No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
[Forgiveness]
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Oh, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.
[Pity]
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One brave deed makes no hero.
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Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.
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