Dinah Maria Mulock Quotes
The present only is a man's possession; the past is gone out of his hand wholly, irrevocably. He may suffer from it, learn from it,--in degree, perhaps, expiate it; but to brood over it is utter madness.
How the sting of poverty, or small means, is gone when one keeps house for one's own comfort and not for the comfort of one's neighbors.
Hail, pallid crescent, hail!
Let me look on thee where thou sitt'st for aye
Like memory--ghastly in the glare of day,
But in the evening, light.
No rest--no dark.
Hour after hour that passionless bright face
Climbs up the desolate blue.
Duty's a slave that keeps the keys,
But Love, the Master goes in and out
Of his goodly chambers with song and shout,
Just as he please--just as he please.
Lo! all life this truth declares,
Laborare est orare;
And the whole earth rings with prayers.
There are no judgments so harsh as those of the erring, the inexperienced, and the young.
Immortality
Alone could teach this mortal how to die.
Our natural and happiest life is when we lose ourselves in the exquisite absorption of home, the delicious retirement of dependent love.
By the fireside still the light is shining,
The children's arms round the parents twining.
From love so sweet, O who would roam?
Be it ever so homely, home is home.
We never know through what Divine mysteries of compensation the great Father of the universe may be carrying out His sublime plan; but those three words, "God is love," ought to contain, to every doubting soul, the solution of all things.