James Russell Lowell Quotes

The intellect is always fooled by the heart.

I realise I'm still a child, though I do feel older.

The privileged man, whether he be privileged politically or economically, is a man depraved in intellect and heart.

I remember being a kid and always feeling a little different than all my friends.

Better a child should be ignorant of a thousand truths than have consecrated in its heart a single lie.

The germs of all things are in every heart, and the greatest criminals as well as the greatest heroes are but different modes of ourselves.

If I am guilty of anything it is of believing what God said about children: 'Suffer little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for such is the Kingdom of Heaven.' In no way do I think that I am God, but I try to be God-like in my heart.

We are all civilized people, wich means that we are all savages at heart but observing a few amenities of civilized behaviour.

Almost all men are over anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor and on they go as their fathers went before them till weary and sick at heart they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.

When you're a little kid, your heart is open and tender and a harsh word can go straight in and become part of your life.

I suppose my understanding of villains is that they're just people who are infected by all of the darker instincts - that they haven't got the discipline to make the right choices.

My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.

You may have orthodox heads, and yet you may have the devil in your hearts.

The intellect, divine as it is, and all worshipful, has a habit of lodging in the most seedy of carcasses, and often, alas, acts the cannibal among the other faculties so that often, where the Mind is biggest, the Heart, the Senses, Magnanimity, Charity, Tolerance, Kindliness, and the rest of them scarcely have room to breathe.

Lord, for the erring thoughtNot into evil wrought:Lord, for the wicked willBetrayed and baffled still:For the heart from itself kept,Our thanksgiving accept.

The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart.

A scholar's heart is a dark well in which are buried many aborted feelings that rise to the surface as arguments.

Is the world all grown up? Is childhood dead? Or is there not in the bosom of the wisest and the best some of the child's heart left, to respond to its earliest enchantments?

Whenever there is a conflict between the pure heart and the intellect, always side with the pure heart.

Clockers" asks--almost in passing, and there's a lot more to it than this--a pretty interesting question: if you choose to work for the minimum wage when everyone around you is pocketing thousands from drug deals, then what does that do to you, to your head and to your heart? (Hornby's thoughts after reading "Clockers" by Richard Price)

No man can tell but he that loves his children, how many delicious accents make a man's heart dance in the pretty conversation of those dear pledges; their childishness, their stammering, their little angers, their innocence, their imperfections, their necessities, are so many little emanations of joy and comfort to him that delights in their persons and society.