Quotes · page 1609

They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.

Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry?

The law will never make men free; it is men who have got to make the law free.

Poetry teaches the enormous force of a few words, and, in proportion to the inspiration, checks loquacity.

And, after all, what is a fashion? From the artistic point of view, it is usually a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.

mercy to the guilty is cruelty to the innocent

This life affords no solid satisfaction, but in the consciousness of having done well, and the hopes of another life.

She, she is dead; she’s dead; when thou know’st this, Thou know’st how dry a cinder this world is.

Sing, riding's a joy! For me I ride.

You know how I always believe in the future … Without disorder, the revolution is impossible; knowing that, I did not lose hope, and I do not lose it now.

I realised what the Hindu religion meant. We speak often of the Hindu religion, of the Sanatan Dharma, but few of us really know what that religion is. Other religions are preponderatingly religions of faith and profession, but the Sanatan …

Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.

And thou wert lovely to the last, Extinguish'd, not decay'd; As stars that shoot along the sky Shine brightest as they fall from high.

Since heaven's eternal year is thine.

they must cease to exaggerate the exaggerations of our enemies; and represent the colored man rather as he is

Intolerance is natural and logical, for in every dissenting opinion lies an assumption of superior wisdom.

The sea is fulfilled, and the Empire fell apart. Lord, Portugal must yet fulfill itself!

The concrete man has but one interest — to be right. That to him is the art of all arts, and all means are fair which help him to it.

If a man would get hold of the public era, he must pay, marry, or fight.

I am a man of the people, bred amongst them, and it has been the greatest joy of my life to have had some part in fighting the battles of the class from whom I am proud to have sprung.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

When hosts of foes with foes engage, And round th' anointed hero rage, The cleaving fauchion I misguide, And turn the feather'd shaft aside.

Twilight, ascending slowly from the east, Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day, Night followed, clad with stars.

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.