Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.
James Russell LowellI willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.
James Russell LowellDeath is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
James Russell LowellNo man, I suspect, ever lived long in the country without being bitten by these meteorological ambitions. He likes to be hotter and colder, to have been more deeply snowed up, to have more trees and larger blown down than his neighbors.
James Russell Lowell