Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor’s iron brace.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock, but of wisdom no clock can measure.
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
The strongest poison ever known came from Caesar’s laurel crown.
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, “All poets believe it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removes mountains; but many are not capable of firm persuasion of anything”.
Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings,
I should suspect that I worshipp’d the Devil
If I thank’d my God for worldly things.
If you have form’d a circle to go into,
Go into it yourself, and see how you would do.
They said this mystery never shall cease:
The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
A man can’t soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
Life delights in life.
I rest not from my great task!
To open the Eternal Worlds,
to open the immortal Eyes of Man
Inwards into the Worlds of Thought;
Into eternity, ever expanding
In the Bosom of God,
The Human Imagination
Topics: Rest, Great, War, God
My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt; helpless, naked, piping loud, like a fiend hid in a cloud.
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.
Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
What is now proved was once only imagin’d.
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