What did John Greenleaf Whittier mean by: All the windows of my heart I open to the day. - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet Copy
+ Waking or sleeping, I see a wreck, And hear a cry from a reeling deck! Feraz Zeid, January 11, 2024January 11, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Sleep, Waking, Wrecks, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The child must teach the man. Feraz Zeid, August 10, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Children, Wisdom, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ Beauty is its own excuse. Feraz Zeid, June 26, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Beauty, Excuse, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ There’s life alone in duty done, And rest alone in striving. Feraz Zeid, July 8, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Duty, Strive, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The Fates are just: they give us but our own; Nemesis ripens what our hands have sown. Feraz Zeid, January 12, 2024January 12, 2024, John Greenleaf Whittier, Fate, Hands, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The smile of God is victory. Feraz Zeid, October 3, 2023December 26, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Keep Smiling, Victory, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains. Feraz Zeid, July 17, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Heart, Prayer, Simple, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
+ If woman lost us Eden, such As she alone restore it. Feraz Zeid, August 14, 2023December 12, 2023, John Greenleaf Whittier, Eden, Lost, Women, 0 - John Greenleaf Whittier Poet
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
To curb the machine and limit art to handicraft is a denial of opportunity. - Lewis Mumford Historian · USA
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France