William C. Bryant

Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness --a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster-children into strength and athletic proportion.

— William C. Bryant

Weep not that the world changes -- did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

— William C. Bryant

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

— William C. Bryant

Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.

— William C. Bryant

Remorse is virtue's root; its fair increase are fruits of innocence and blessedness.

— William C. Bryant

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.

— William C. Bryant

Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.

— William C. Bryant