25 John Greenleaf Whittier Quotes

The smile of God is victory.

Through the dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking!

The steps of faith fall on the seeming void, but find the rock beneath.

Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is, The blessing of its noon.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

His daily prayer, far better understood in acts than in words, was simply doing good.

Forever from the hand that takes one blessing from us, others fall; and soon or late, our Father makes his perfect recompense to all.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

Oh, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother; where pity dwells, the peace of God is there.

Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not the poor device of man.

God's providence is not blind, but full of eyes.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.

One brave deed makes no hero.

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.

We search the world for truth; we cull The good, the pure, the beautiful, From all old flower fields of the soul; And, weary seekers of the best, We come back laden from our quest, To find that all the sages said Is in the Book our mothers read.