Quotes · page 1608

Variety is the mother of Enjoyment.

There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it.

There is only one thing that it requires real courage to say, and that is a truism.

To Bring political knowledge to the workers the Social-Democratss must go among all classes of the population, must dispatch units of their army in all directions

O for a single hour of that Dundee, Who on that day the word of onset gave!

Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame, When once it is within thee.

Evils we have had continually calling for reformation, and reformations more grievous than any evils.

When I was thirty years old and a half, God sent me a bodily sickness, in which I lay three days and three nights; and on the fourth night I took all my rites of Holy Church, and weened not to have lived till day.

"Genius" (which means transcendent capacity of taking trouble, first of all).

Truth will do well enough if left to shift for herself. She seldom has received much aid from the power of great men to whom she is rarely known & seldom welcome. She has no need of force to procure entrance into the minds of men. Error …

It is always observable that silence propagates itself, and that the longer talk has been suspended, the more difficult it is to find any thing to say.

Churches are becoming political organizations...

We need intellect, and there is no reason why we should not have it together with character; but if we must choose between the two we choose character without a moment's hesitation.

Resolutions upon the subject of domestic slavery having passed both branches of the General Assembly at its present session, the undersigned hereby protest against the passage of the same.

2023. Assist the afflicted with something real, if thou canst; As for Tears they are but Water, what good can they do?

You may smile at the fanciful structures I rear, And say, that my castles are built but on sand ; Like bubbles, that on the blue waters appear, That sparkle, invite, and then sink from the hand.

The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below.

And once their hasty heat a little controlled, Than perceive they well, hot love soon cold. And when hasty witless mirth is mated well, Good to be merry and wise, they think and feel.

No Government in this country to-day, which has not faith in the people, hope in the future, love for his fellow-men, and which will not work and work and work, will ever bring this country through into better days and better times, or …

Now to what higher object, to what greater Character, can any Mortal aspire, than to be possessed of all this Knowledge, well digested, and ready at Command, to assist the feeble and Friendless, to discountenance the haughty and lawless, …

And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversly fram'd, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All?

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong, And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song.

I haven't a particle of confidence in a man who has no redeeming petty vices whatsoever.