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Action(s)
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Speak out in acts; the time for words has passed, and only deeds will suffice.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Age
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O Time and change! -- with hair as gray as was my sire's that winter day, how strange it seems, with so much gone of life and love, to still live on!
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Character
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Give fools their gold, and knaves their power;
Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall;
Who sows a field, or trains a flower,
Or plants a tree, is more than all.
-John Greenleaf Whittier, A Song of Harvest
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Death
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The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Drugs
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Of all that Orient lands can vaunt, of marvels with our own competing, the strangest is the Haschish plant, and what will follow on its eating.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Faith
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When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Gratitude
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No longer forward nor behind
I look in hope or fear;
But, grateful, take the good I find,
The best of now and here.
-John Greenleaf Whittier, MY PSALM, 1859
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Grief, Grieving
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They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Heroes/Heroism
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One brave deed makes no hero.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Libraries
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Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Media
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On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press was found at last!
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Men
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How dwarfed against his manliness she sees the poor pretension, the wants, the aims, the follies, born of fashion and convention!
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Peace
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Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Progress
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Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,
Through present wrong the eternal right;
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man...
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Reading
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The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Reflection
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Oh, for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools.
-John Greenleaf Whittier, The Barefoot Boy
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Regret & Remorse
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
-John Greenleaf Whittier, "Maud Muller"
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Remembrance
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Oh, for boyhood's painless play, sleep that wakes in laughing day, health that mocks the doctor's rules, knowledge never learned of schools.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Rivers
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Through this broad street, restless ever,
Ebbs and flows a human tide,
Wave on wave a living river;
Wealth and fashion side by side;
Toiler, idler, slave and master, in the same quick current glide.
-John Greenleaf Whittier, At Washington, st. 2.
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Solutions
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Clothe with life the weak intent, let me be the thing I meant.
-John Greenleaf Whittier
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Sunset
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But beauty seen is never lost,
God
-John Greenleaf Whittier, Sunset on the Bearcamp, 1876
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Thanksgiving
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Ah! on Thanksgiving day, when from East and from West,
From North and South, come the pilgrim and guest,
When the gray-haired New Englander sees round his board
The old broken links of affection restored,
When the care-wearied man seeks his mother once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl smiled before.
What moistens the lips and what brightens the eye?
What calls back the past, like the rich pumpkin pie?
-John Greenleaf Whittier, The Pumpkin
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Books by and about John Greenleaf Whittier