Quotes by : Helen Hunt Jackson

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

We sail at sunrise daily "outward bound."

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of....

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.

Next time!" In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?

O month when they who love must love and wed.

There is nothing so skillful in its own defense as imperious pride.

The goldenrod is yellow,The corn is turning brown...The trees in apple orchardsWith fruit are bending....

Who longest waits most surely wins.