Richard Henry Stoddard Quotes

Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain: But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.

Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.

We love in others what we lack ourselves, and would be everything but what we are.

We grow like flowers, and bear desire, the odor of the human flowers.

Day is the Child of Time, And Day must cease to be: But Night is without a sire, And cannot expire, One with Eternity.

A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?

There is no hope the future will but turn the old sand in the falling glass of time.

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

We have two lives about us,Two worlds in which we dwell,Within us and without us,Alternate Heaven and Hell:-Without, the somber Real,Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.

Given the books of a man, it is not difficult, I think, to detect therein the personality of the man, and the station in life to which he was born.

Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands, Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands, Silent above the flowers, her children lost, Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.

There is no death. The thing that we call death Is but another, sadder name for life.

With no companion but the constant Muse, Who sought me when I needed her ah, when Did I not need her, solitary else?

Joy may be a miser, But Sorrow's purse is free.

Day and night my thoughts incline To the blandishments of wine, Jars were made to drain, I think; Wine, I know, was made to drink.