George Pope Morris (October 10, 1802 – July 6, 1864) was an American editor, poet, and songwriter.
Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
Law has been called a bottomless pit, not so much because of its depth, as that its windings are so obscure nobody can see the end.
It appears to me that strong sense and acute sensibility together constitute genius.
We esteem in the world those who do not merit our esteem, and neglect persons of true worth; but the world is like the ocean--the pearl is in its depths, the seaweed swims.
You desire to be learned, wealthy, and great, without labor; it is one of the follies still extant in the world.
A man of learning who makes no use of what he knows, is like a cloud which gives no rain.
Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago!
The union of lakes--the union of lands-- The union of States none can sever-- The union of hearts--the union of hands-- And the flag of our Union for ever!
A laughing fool. . . seems born for nothing but to show his teeth.
It made and preserves us a nation.