Quotes · page 1622

Unmoved though Witlings sneer and Rivals rail, Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. He scorns the meek address, the suppliant strain. With merit needless, and without it vain. In Reason, Nature, Truth, he dares to trust: Ye Fops, …

An honest God is the noblest work of man.

There is a curse on this house.

Every man is said to have his peculiar ambition. Whether it be true or not, I can say, for one, that I have no other so great as that of being truly esteemed of my fellow-men, by rendering myself worthy of their esteem.

1887. Think thyself happy if thou hast one true Friend; never think of finding another.

... absence is The moonlight of affection ;

They came three thousand miles, and died, To keep the Past upon its throne; Unheard, beyond the ocean tide, Their English mother made her moan.

Let us not underrate the value of a fact; it will one day flower in a truth.

Yet a man may love a paradox, without losing either his wit or his honesty.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it except the pleasure of …

But there is only one thing which gathers people into seditious commotion, and that is oppression.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul.

Kiss me as if you made believe You were not sure, this eve, How my face, your flower, had pursed It's petals up.

such a society would represent nothing immutable.

The meeting of man and God must always mean a penetration and entry of the divine into the human and a self-immergence of man in the Divinity.

Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city’s jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar.

I only know we loved in vain; I only feel — farewell! farewell!

But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he.

His zeal in the cause of freedom was infinitely superior to mine. Mine was as the taper light, his was as the burning sun. Mine was bounded by time. His stretched away to the silent shores of eternity. I could speak for the slave. John …

True, more than a half of the green graves in the Grafton cemetery are marked "Unknown," and sometimes it occurs that one thinks of the contradiction involved in "honoring the memory" of him of whom no memory remains to honor; but the …

Myth is the nothing that is everything.

The most any one can do is to confess as candidly as he can the grounds for the faith that is in him, and leave his example to work on others as it may.

Stowed away in a Montreal lumber room The Discobolus standeth and turneth his face to the wall; Dusty, cobweb-covered, maimed and set at naught, Beauty crieth in an attic and no man regardeth: O God! O Montreal!