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Quotes by John Greenleaf Whittier

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
An ashen memory in its stead.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
It really costs me a lot emotionally to watch myself on-screen. I think of myself, and feel like I'm quite young, and then I look at this old man with the baggy chins and the tired eyes and the receding hairline and all that.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
No longer forward nor behindI look in hope or fear;But, grateful, take the good I find,The best of now and here.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
Somehow not only for Christmas but all the long year through, the joy that you give to othersIs the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing the poor and lonely and sad, the more of your heart's possessing returns to make you glad.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
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
Unknown to her the rigid rule, the dull restraint, the chiding frown, the weary torture of the school, the taming of wild nature down.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: 'It might have been!'
– John Greenleaf Whittier
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 pumpking pie?
– John Greenleaf Whittier
When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
The smile of God is victory.
– John Greenleaf Whittier
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
Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.
– John Greenleaf Whittier