One lamp – thy mother’s love – amid the stars
Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before
The throne of God, burn through eternity –
Holy – as it was lit and lent thee here.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Mothers
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Innocence, Risk
The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength of heaven.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Man
Temptation hath a music for all ears.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Temptation
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Travel
I have unlearned contempt.—It is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison-worm, feeding on all its beauty.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Youth is beautiful. Its friendship is precious. The intercourse with it is a purifying release from the worn and stained hardness of older life.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Youth
Intellect—the starlight of the brain.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Business
Such is the force of envy and ill-nature, that the failings of good men are more published to the world than their good deeds; and one fault of a well-deserving man shall meet with more reproaches than all his virtues will with praise.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
No degree of temptation justifies any degree of sin.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Temptation
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Gratitude
Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss roses.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Maidenhood
Twilight hour! whose mantle is the drapery of dreams, and who hast ever been in poetry life’s holy time; thou wert wont to steal upon us, as thy sandals were of dew! how sadly comes the rustle of thy step in the decaying seasons of the year!
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Light, Stars
Pitch a lucky man, into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Luck
If there is any thing that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of evil, it is a pure human love.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Affection
The night is made for tenderness so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music, and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip is made holy.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Night
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Ambition
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds passes with delicate change across my book.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Rain
For woman’s love—I mean self-love, is boundless, just like the sea, and sometimes quite as groundless.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Love
We believe that we shall know each other’s forms hereafter, and, in the bright fields of the better land, shall call the lost dead to us.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,—a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Meeting
There aid so few that resist the allurements and luxuries of the table, that the usual civilities at a meal are very like being politely assisted to the grave.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Appetite
Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Vulgarity, Swearing, Profanity
Nature’s noblemen are everywhere, in town and out of town, gloved and rough-handed, rich and poor.—Prejudice against a lord because he is a lord, is losing the chance of finding a good fellow, as much as prejudice against a ploughman because he is a ploughman.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
—Nathaniel Parker Willis
Topics: Art
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- Robert W. Service Scottish Poet
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