Bayard Taylor

Pens carry further than rifled cannon.

— Bayard Taylor

Peace the offspring is of Power.

— Bayard Taylor

Mock jewelry on a woman is tangible vulgarity.

— Bayard Taylor

Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.

— Bayard Taylor

Love is better than Fame.

— Bayard Taylor

Labor, you know, is prayer.

— Bayard Taylor

Love's humility is love's true pride.

— Bayard Taylor

The loving are the daring.

— Bayard Taylor

The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it's unattainable, all the same.

— Bayard Taylor

The Poet's leaves are gathered one by one, In the slow process of the doubtful years.

— Bayard Taylor

The stream from Wisdom's well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.

— Bayard Taylor

Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.

— Bayard Taylor

Alone each heart must cover up its dead; Alone, through bitter toil, achieve its rest.

— Bayard Taylor

Verily there is nothing in all Europe so beautiful as Valldemosa.

— Bayard Taylor

By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.

— Bayard Taylor

People can't see that if I had not been a poet, I could never have had such success as a traveler.

— Bayard Taylor

So far as regards their moral character, the Finns have as little cause for reproach as any other people.

— Bayard Taylor

Who thinks, at night, that morn will ever be? Who knows, far out upon the central sea, That anywhere is land? And…

— Bayard Taylor

The Swedish language combines the strong manhood of the German with the delicate beauty of the Italian.

— Bayard Taylor

The more I see of the Swedes, the more I am convinced that there is no kinder, simpler, and honester people in…

— Bayard Taylor

The history of Germany is not the history of a nation, but of a race. It has little unity, therefore; it is…

— Bayard Taylor

Death is not rare, alas! nor burials few, And soon the grassy coverlet of God Spreads equal green above their ashes pale.

— Bayard Taylor

Really,' thought I, 'we call Baltimore the 'Monumental City' for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every…

— Bayard Taylor

The nearest approach I have ever seen to the symmetry of ancient sculpture was among the Arab tribes of Ethiopia. Our Saxon…

— Bayard Taylor

“tainted by the heaps of pestilent offal it must sweep away. As Lord Bacon says (in that play falsely attributed to Shakespeare)—"Ay,…

— Bayard Taylor

As I toiled up the Mount of Olives, in the very footsteps of Christ, panting with the heat and the difficult ascent,…

— Bayard Taylor

“Conventions, that all the champions of our sex feel the same way. Well, since I must come to an end somewhere, let…

— Bayard Taylor

I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had…

— Bayard Taylor

True, when you behold Damascus from the Salahiyeh, the last slope of the Anti-Lebanon, it is the realization of all that you…

— Bayard Taylor

Wrapped in his sad-colored cloak, the Day, like a Puritan, standeth Stern in the joyless fields, rebuking the lingering color,-- Dying hectic…

— Bayard Taylor

The native Jewish families in Jerusalem, as well as those in other parts of Palestine, present a marked difference to the Jews…

— Bayard Taylor

Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably…

— Bayard Taylor

The source of each accordant strain Lies deeper than the Poet's brain. First from the people's heart must spring The passions which…

— Bayard Taylor

The knowledge of my sin Is half-repentance.

— Bayard Taylor

Eccentricity is developed monomania.

— Bayard Taylor

Life lives only in success.

— Bayard Taylor

But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.

— Bayard Taylor

London has the advantage of one of the most gloomy atmospheres in the world.

— Bayard Taylor

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

— Bayard Taylor

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.

— Bayard Taylor