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• Laugh, and the world laughs with you; weep, and you weep alone
• Whose house is this? What street are we in? Why did you bring me here?
  --William Cullen Bryant, poet, 1794-1878...
• The groves were God's first temples. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- A Forest Hym
• Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi
• The victory of endurance born. -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- The Battle-Field
• The hills, Rock-ribbed, and ancient as the sun.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi...
• How much better it is to weep at joy than joy a weeping. -- William Shakespeare
• Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play
  For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away....
• All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
  -- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878) -- Thanatopsi...