In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowDreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMagnificent autumn! He comes not like a pilgrim, clad in russet weeds; not like a hermit, clad in gray; but like a warrior with the stain of blood in his brazen mail.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTo charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow