It is easier to stay out than get out.
If you would lift me up you must be on higher ground.
Today is Trinity Sunday. Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the Will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be.
Nothing does Reason more Right, than the Coolness of those that offer it: for Truth often suffers more by the heat of its defenders than from the arguments of its opposers.
Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts.
Perhaps his might be one of the natures where a wise estimate of consequences is fused in the fires of that passionate belief which determines the consequences it believes in.
It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
My chief want in life is someone who shall make me do what I can.
In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath.
Any enlightenment which requires to be authenticated, certified, recognized, congratulated, is false, or at least incomplete.
To be furious in religion is to be irreligiously religious.
He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.
It always seems impossible until it is done.
None of us should be defined by the worst thing we’ve ever done.
A decent provision for the poor is the true test of civilization.
Children sweeten labours, but they make misfortunes more bitter.
Virtue has never been as respectable as money.
Good sense is both the first principal and the parent source of good writing.
When I am abroad, I always make it a rule to never criticize or attack the government of my own country. I make up for lost time when I come home.
A myriad of men are born; they labor and sweat and struggle; …they squabble and scold and fight; they scramble for little mean advantages over each other; age creeps upon them; infirmities follow; …those they love are taken from them, and the joy of life is turned to aching grief. It comes at last-the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them-and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence, …a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.
If it matters, it will hurt like knives or wrap and lift you in the most immeasurable joy. Or both. One thing is certain, you will feel intensely alive.
