Stories now, to suit a public taste, must be half epigram, half pleasant vice. — James Russell Lowell
In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the latter poetry has become science. — James Russell Lowell
At the devil’s booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold. — James Russell Lowell
Old gold has a civilizing virtue which new gold must grow old to be capable of secreting. — James Russell Lowell
Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it. — James Russell Lowell
Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it. — James Russell Lowell