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John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 – 1892) was an American poet. A Quaker by faith, he was an advocate of the abolition of slavery in the United States. He suffered from ill health for most of his life and supported himself through a variety of occupations including farmer, shoemaker, and teacher. Frequently listed as one of the ‘Fireside Poets’ he was influenced by the Scottish poet, Robert Burns. Whittier is remembered particularly for his anti-slavery writings as well as his book Snow-Bound .
“Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.”
“If thou of fortune be bereft,
and in thy store there be but left
two loaves, sell one, and with the
dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
“The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you”
“At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.”
“And still we love the evil cause
And of the just effect complain;
We tread upon life’s broken laws
And murmur at our self-inflicted pain.”
“The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.”
“The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,–flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.”
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- - - - - - -“If thou of fortune be bereft,
and in thy store there be but left
two loaves, sell one, and with the
dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.”
“The joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you”
“At what point does a man turn into a monster? I don’t believe that it’s when he does horrible things, but when he accepts that he’s able to do them, and that he does them well.”
“And still we love the evil cause
And of the just effect complain;
We tread upon life’s broken laws
And murmur at our self-inflicted pain.”
“The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.”
“The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,–flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time.”