Quotes By James Russell Lowell

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.

Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.

Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty.

What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.