Thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,

And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.

George Eliot.

It flows through old hush'd Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream.

Leigh Hunt: The Nile.

Thoughts hardly to be packed

Into a narrow act.

Browning.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

-The thoughts that shake mankind.

-As when a great thought strikes along the brain,

And flushes all the cheek.

Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women.

Thought leapt out to wed with Thought

Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.

Tennyson: In Memoriam.

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,

And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

Thoughts, like a loud and sudden rush of wings,
Regrets and recollections of things past,

With hints and prophecies of things to be,
And inspirations, which, could they be things,
And stay with us, and we could hold them fast,
Were our good angels,-these I owe to thee.
Longfellow: Two Rivers.

High thoughts and noble in all lands
Help me. My soul is fed by such;
But ah, the touch of lips and hands,
The human touch.

Richard Burton.

O let the soul stand in the open door
Of life and death and knowledge and desire!
Then shall the soul return to rest no more,
Nor harvest dreams in the dark field of sleep-
Rather the soul shall go with great resolve
To dwell at last upon the shining mountains
In liberal converse with the eternal stars.

George Cabot Lodge: Herakles.

Time, Years; see Futurity, The Past, and The Present.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;

Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

Shakespeare: Sonnets.

Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth,
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,

And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.

Shakespeare: Sonnets.

Time wasted is existence; used, is life.

Young: Night Thoughts.

We see Time's furrows on another's brow,
And death intrench'd, preparing his assault;
How few themselves in that just mirror see!

Young: Night Thoughts.

Time conquers all, and we must Time obey.

Pope: Pastorals. Winter.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

Old time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles to-day,

To-morrow will be dying.

Herrick.

-I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of

time.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

Here about the beach I wander'd, nourishing a youth

sublime

With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time;

When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed;

When I clung to all the present for the promise that

it closed:

When I dipt into the future far as human eye could

see;

Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder

that would be.

Tennyson: Locksley Hall.

Who fathoms Time, beyond the lim horizon

That bounds Eternity?

The far-off Yesterday of power
Creeps back with stealthy feet,
Invades the lordship of the hour,

James H. West.

And at our banquet takes the unbidden seat.

Bayard Taylor: The National Ode.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

And our hearts, though stout and brave,

Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Longfellow: Psalm of Life.

Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days,
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,
And marching single in an endless file.
To each they offer gifts after his will,

Bread, kingdoms, stars, and sky that holds them all.

Emerson: Days.

Treason, Traitor; see Loyalty and Patriotism.

Treason is not own'd when 'tis descried;

Successful crimes alone are justified.

Dryden: Medals.

Is there not some chosen curse,
Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven,
Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man
Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?

Addison: Cato.

Truth; see Honor, Honesty, Sincerity, and Vows.
O, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil.
Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV.

This, above all, to thine own self be true;
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.

Shakespeare: Hamlet.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow,
He who would search for pearls must dive below.

Truth has such a face and such a mien,

As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.

Dryden.

Dryden: Hind and Panther.

'Tis not enough your counsel still be true,

Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods

do.

Without good breeding, truth is disapprov'd;

That only makes superior sense belov❜d.

Pope: Essay on Criticism.

Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie;
A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby.
Herbert: Temple.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free,
And all are slaves beside.

Cowper: Task.

Truth is eternal, and the Son of Heaven,
Bright effluence of th' immortal ray.