It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence. James Russell Lowell More Quotes by James Russell Lowell More Quotes From James Russell Lowell Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache. James Russell Lowell eyecloudsheart Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found. James Russell Lowell creativitybeautifullife Ah, men do not know how much strength is in poise, That he goes the farthest who goes far enough. James Russell Lowell strengthwisdommen Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread Ends suddenly in the one sure centre, death, The visionary hand of Might-have-been Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim! James Russell Lowell regretdesirehands New conditions of life will stimulate thought and give new forms to its expression. James Russell Lowell formexpressiongiving It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested. James Russell Lowell presence-of-mindemergenciesmen True scholarship consists in knowing not what things exist, but what they mean; it is not memory but judgment. James Russell Lowell memoriesmeanknowledge And I honor the man who is willing to sink half his present repute for the freedom to think, and, when he has thought, be his cause strong or weak, Will risk t' other half for the freedom to speak. James Russell Lowell strongwisdommen Slow are the steps of freedom, but her feet turn never backward. James Russell Lowell freedomfeetsteps No man is born into the world whose work is not born with him. There is always work, and tools to work with, for those who will, and blessed are the horny hands of toil. The busy world shoves angrily aside the man who stands with arms akimbo until occasion tells him what to do; and he who waits to have his task marked out shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled. James Russell Lowell blessedworkmen That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing. James Russell Lowell widespringlove Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character. James Russell Lowell sapfoundationcharacter The eye is the notebook of the poet. James Russell Lowell notebookeyeliterature Of my merit On that pint you yourself may jedge: All is, I never drink no sperit, Nor I haint never signed no pledge. James Russell Lowell meritdrinkmay There is something solid and doughty in the man that can rise from defeat, the stuff of which victories are made in due time, when we are able to choose our position better, and the sun is at our back. James Russell Lowell victorysunmen Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years? James Russell Lowell eyesweetyears Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din. James Russell Lowell lonelinessheartmen Life is a sheet of paper white / Whereon each one of us may write / His word or two, and then comes night. James Russell Lowell writingnighttwo The purely Great James Russell Lowell fatepassionsoul O chime of sweet Saint Charity, Peal soon that Easter morn When Christ for all shall risen be, And in all hearts new-born! That Pentecost when utterance clear To all men shall be given, When all shall say My Brother here, And hear My Son in heaven! James Russell Lowell easterbrothersweet
