Quotes
Quotes about Age
Yet spirit immortal, the tomb can not bind thee,
But like thine own eagle that soars to the sun
Thou springest from bondage and leavest behind thee
A name which before thee no mortal hath won.
Tho' nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle,
No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain:
Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle,
No sound can awake thee to glory again.
The characteristic of the present age is craving credulity.
The disappointment of manhood succeeds to the delusion of youth: let us hope that the heritage of old age is not despair.
Youth is a blunder; manhood a struggle; old age a regret.
The frigid theories of a generalizing age.
That when a man fell into his anecdotage, it was a sign for him to retire.
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine.
The surest pledge of a deathless name
Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.
We seemed to see our flag unfurled,
Our champion waiting in his place
For the last battle of the world,
The Armageddon of the race.
Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
Can it be fancied that Deity ever vindictively
Made in his image a mannikin merely to madden it?
The growing drama has outgrown such toys
Of simulated stature, face, and speech:
It also peradventure may outgrow
The simulation of the painted scene,
Boards, actors, prompters, gaslight, and costume,
And take for a worthier stage the soul itself,
Its shifting fancies and celestial lights,
With all its grand orchestral silences
To keep the pauses of its rhythmic sounds.
I'm king of the dead--and I make my throne
On a monument slab of marble cold;
And my scepter of rule is the spade I hold:
Come they from cottage or come they from hall,
Mankind are my subjects, all, all, all!
Let them loiter in pleasure or toilfully spin--
I gather them in, I gather them in!
Flowers are Love's truest language.
Nobody has ever expected me to be president. In my poor, lean lank face nobody has ever seen that any cabbages were sprouting.
I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.
The King in a carriage may ride,
And the Beggar may crawl at his side;
But in the general race,
They are traveling all the same pace.
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race.
I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,
And sweet girl-graduates in their golden hair.
But for the unquiet heart and brain
A use in measured language lies;
The sad mechanic exercise
Like dull narcotics numbing pain.
But what am I?
An infant crying in the night:
An infant crying for the light,
And with no language but a cry.
