Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster children into strength and athletic proportion.
William Cullen Bryant
Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were a cause indeed to weep.
William Cullen Bryant
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
William Cullen Bryant
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods and meadows brown and sear.
William Cullen Bryant
It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.