John Greenleaf Whittier

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead…

Beauty seen is never lost, God’s colors all are fast…

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power let fortune’s bubbles rise and fall who…

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, ‘It might have…

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth…

The smile of God is victory…

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young…

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew…