"Go; say not in thy heart, And what then were it accomplished, Were the wild impulse allayed, what were the use or the good! Go, when the instinct is stilled, and when the deed is accomplished, What thou bast done and shalt do, shall be declared to thee then. Go with the sun and the stars, and yet evermore in thy spirit Say to thyself: It is good: yet is there better than it. This that I see is not all, and this that I do is but little; Nevertheless it is good, though there is better than it."

"Thou shalt have one God only; who Would be at the expense of two?"

"That out of sight is out of mind Is true of most we leave behind."

"They may talk as they please about what they call pelf They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking, How pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho! How pleasant it is to have money."

"No graven images may be Worshipped, except the currency."

"I sit at my table en grand seigneur, And when I have done, throw a crust to the poor; Not only the pleasure, one’s self, of good living, But also the pleasure of now and then giving. So pleasant it is to have money, heigh ho! So pleasant it is to have money."

"Honour thy parents; that is, all From whom advancement may befall: Thou shalt not kill; but need’st not strive Officiously to keep alive."

"Afloat; we move. Delicious! Ah, What else is like the gondola?"

"Allah is great, no doubt, and Juxtaposition his prophet."

"’Twas on a sunny summer day I trod a mighty city’s street, And when I started on my way My heart was full of fancies sweet; But soon, as nothing could be seen, But countenances sharp and keen, Nought heard or seen around but told Of something bought or something sold, And none that seemed to think or care That any save himself was there."

"Come back again, old heart! Ah me! Methinks in those thy coward fears There might, perchance, a courage be, That fails in these the manlier years; Courage to let the courage sink, Itself a coward base to think, Rather than not for heavenly light Wait on to show the truly right."

"Thought may well be ever ranging, And opinion ever changing, Task-work be, though ill begun, Dealt with by experience better; By the law and by the letter Duty done is duty done Do it, Time is on the wing!"

"Thy duty do? rejoined the voice, Ah, do it, do it, and rejoice; But shalt thou then, when all is done, Enjoy a love, embrace a beauty Like these, that may be seen and won In life, whose course will then be run; Or wilt thou be where there is none? I know not, I will do my duty."

"Think where we are. Carlyle has led us all into the desert, and he has left us there."

"Hope conquers cowardice, joy grief; Or at least, faith unbelief."

"What voice did on my spirit fall, Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost? ‘’Tis better to have fought and lost, Than never to have fought at all.’"

"“There is no God,” the wicked saith, “And truly it’s a blessing, For what He might have done with us It’s better only guessing.”"

"Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not nor faileth, And as things have been, things remain;If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers— And, but for you, possess the field.For while the tired waves vainly breaking Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main.And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light, In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look! the land is bright."

"Our ills are worse than at their ease These blameless happy souls suspect, They only study the disease, Alas, who live not to detect."

"Each for himself is still the rule We learn it when we go to school— The devil take the hindmost, O!"

"’Tis possible, young sir, that some excess Mars youthful judgment and old men’s no less; Yet we must take our counsel as we may For (flying years this lesson still convey), ’Tis worst unwisdom to be overwise, And not to use, but still correct one’s eyes."

"Dance on, dance on, we see, we see Youth goes, alack, and with it glee, A boy the old man ne’er can be; Maternal thirty scarce can find The sweet sixteen long left behind."

"As ships becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail, at dawn of day Are scarce, long leagues apart, descried."

"The grave man, nicknamed Adam."

"... In a blue cotton print tucked up over striped linsey-woolsey, Barefoot, barelegged, he beheld her, with arms bare up to the elbows, Bending with fork in her hand in a garden uprooting potatoes"

"Grace is given of God, but knowledge is bought in the market; Knowledge needful for all, yet cannot be had for the asking."

"A world where nothing is had for nothing."

"There is a great Field-Marshal, my friend, who arrays our battalions; Let us to Providence trust, and abide and work in our stations."

"The horrible pleasure of pleasing inferior people."

"Am I prepared to lay down my life for the British female? Really, who knows? ... Ah, for a child in the street I could strike; for the full-blown lady— Somehow, Eustace, alas! I have not felt the vocation."

"But for his funeral train which the bridegroom sees in the distance, Would he so joyfully, think you, fall in with the marriage procession?"

"The things we liked most of course were the things that more or less selected or symbolized our own feelings of conditions and life in general. For example, I recall that we liked Thomas Hood's "The Sound of the ship" Now, nothing could come closer to the way we felt than that particular poem. We also read and managed an interest in that other one, "The Bridge of Sighs" also by Thomas Hood. Later, we found "The Masque of Anarchy" by Shelley, and of course in addition to that there were the Jewish poets, like Rosenfeld and Edelshtat. They were magnificent in their writing, in their poetry depicting the life of the people in the shop."

"Pity it is to slay the meanest thing."

"Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms."

"No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, Nor think I'm pious when I'm only bilious; Nor study in my sanctum supercilious, To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull."

"A wife who preaches in her gown, And lectures in her night-dress."

"Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves."

"Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last.""

"Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar; An organ breathes in every grove; And the full heart 's a Psalter, Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love."

"Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould."

"Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold."

"How widely its agencies vary,— To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,— As even its minted coins express, Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary."

"There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon."

"Home-made dishes that drive one from home."

"Another tumble! That's his precious nose!"

"'Tis strange how like a very dunce, Man, with his bumps upon his sconce, Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he Has had, till lately, of Phrenology— A science that by simple dint of Head-combing he should find a hint of, When scratching o'er those little pole-hills The faculties throw up like mole hills."

"We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro."

"There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,— In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found."

"Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died."

"My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned: the dead Had never groaned but twice!"