From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A bending staff I would not break, A feeble faith I would not shake, Nor even rashly pluck away The error which… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Truth is one; And, in all lands beneath the sun, Whoso hath eyes to see may see The tokens of its unity. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day; The evil cannot brook delay, The good… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul;… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
We faintly hear, we dimly see, In differing phrase we pray; But dim or clear, we own in Him The life, the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Truth should be the first lesson of the child and the last aspiration of manhood; for it has been well said that… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Here Greek and Roman find themselves alive along these crowded shelves; and Shakespeare treads again his stage, and Chaucer paints anew his age. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
No lance have I, in joust or fight, To splinter in my lady's sight; But, at her feet, how blest were I For any… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
A little smile, a word of cheer, A bit of love from someone near, A little gift from one held dear, Best wishes for… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
On leaf of palm, on sedge-wrought roll; on plastic clay and leather scroll, man wrote his thoughts; the ages passed, and lo! the Press… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
What does the good ship bear so well? The cocoa-nut with its stony shell, And the milky sap of its inner cell. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Leaning on Him, make with reverent meekness His own thy will. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Sweeter than any sungMy songs that found no tongue;Nobler than any factMy wish that failed of act.Others shall sing the song,Others shall right the… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
The Present, the Present is all thou hast For thy sure possessing; Like the patriarch's angel hold it fast Till it gives its blessing. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest… — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
