Thomas Wentworth Higginson Quotes
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The first wild-flower of the year is like land after sea.
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An easy thing, O Power Divine, To thank thee for these gifts of Thine, For summer's sunshine, winter's snow, For hearts that kindle thoughts that glow.
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In an audience of rough people a generous sentiment always brings down the house. In the tumult of war both sides applaud a heroic deed.
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After all, when a thought takes one's breath away, a lesson on grammar seems an impertinence.
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The bee himself did not evade the schoolboy more than she evaded me, and even at this day I still stand somewhat bewildered, like the boy.
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The coarsest father gains a new impulse to labor from the moment of his baby's birth; he scarcely sees it when awake, and yet it is with him all the time. Every stroke he strikes is for his child. New social aims, new moral motives, come vaguely up to him.
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Lavish thousands of dollars on your baby clothes, and after all the child is prettiest when every garment is laid aside. That becoming nakedness, at least, may adorn the chubby darling of the poorest home.
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Only yonder magnificent pine-tree... holds her unchanging beauty throughout the year, like her half-brother, the ocean, whose voice she shares; and only marks the flowing of her annual tide of life by the new verdure that yearly submerges all trace of last year's ebb.
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Character shows itself apart from genius as a special thing. The first point of measurement of any man is that of quality.
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Do not waste a minute - not a second - in trying to demonstrate to others the merits of your performance. If your work does not vindicate itself, you cannot vindicate it.
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Fields are won by those who believe in the winning.
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Travelers find virtue in a seeming minority in all other countries, and forget that they have left it in a minority at home.
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To be really cosmopolitan a man must be at home even in his own country.
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Great men are rarely isolated mountain-peaks; they are the summits of ranges.
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What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever?
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In our methodical American life, we still recognize some magic in summer. Most persons at least resign themselves to being decently happy in June. They accept June. They compliment its weather. They complain of the earlier months as cold, and so spend them in the city; and they complain of the later months as hot, and so refrigerate themselves on some barren sea-coast. God offers us yearly a necklace of twelve pearls; most men choose the fairest, label it June, and cast the rest away.
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Many persons sigh for death when it seems far off, but the inclination vanishes when the boat upsets, or the locomotive runs off the track, or the measles set it.
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How many lessons of faith and beauty we should lose, if there were no winter in our year!
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The most fertile soil does not necessarily produce the most abundant harvest. It is the use we make of our faculties which renders them valuable.
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If I were to choose among all gifts and qualities that which, on the whole, makes life pleasantest, I should select the love of children. No circumstance can render this world wholly a solitude to one who has this possession
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Noble discontent is the path to heaven.
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There is certainly no defence or water -proof garment against adverse fortune which is, on the whole, so effectual as an habitual sense of humor.
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As the spring comes on, and the densening outlines of the elm give daily a new design for a Grecian urn, — its hue, first brown with blossoms, then emerald with leaves, — we appreciate the vanishing beauty of the bare boughs. In our favored temperate zone, the trees denude themselves each year, like the goddesses before Paris, that we may see which unadorned loveliness is the fairest.
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In ancient Boeotia brides were carried home in vehicles whose wheels were burned at the door, in token, that they would never again be needed.
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Nothing can hide from me the conviction that an immortal soul needs for its sustenance something more than visiting, and gardening, and novel-reading, and crochet-needle, and the occasional manufacture of sponge cake.
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Life is as inexorable as the sea.
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There are no days in the whole round year more delicious than those which often come to us in the latter half of April... The sun trembles in his own soft rays... The grass in the meadow seems all to have grown green since yesterday.
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That genius is feeble which cannot hold its own before the masterpieces of the world.
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It is no discredit to Walt Whitman that he wrote Leaves of Grass, only that he did not burn it afterwards.
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Genius is lonely without the surrounding presence of a people to inspire it.
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