Eutrapelia . "A happy and gracious flexibility," Pericles calls this quality of the Athenians...lucidity of thought, clearness and propriety of language, freedom from prejudice and freedom from stiffness, openness of mind, amiability of manners.
But thou, my son, study to make prevail One colour in thy life, the hue of truth.
The word "God" is used in most cases as by no means a term of science or exact knowledge, but a term of poetry and eloquence, a term thrown out, so to speak, as a not fully grasped object of the speaker's consciousness -- a literary term, in short; and mankind mean different things by it as their consciousness differs.
The uppermost idea with Hellenism is to see things as they really are; the uppermost ideas with Hebraism is conduct and obedience.Nothing can do away with this ineffaceable difference. The Greek quarrel with the body and its desires is, that they hinder right thinking; the Hebrew quarrel with them is, that they hinder right acting.
And see all sights from pole to pole, And glance, and nod, and hustle by; And never once possess our soul Before we die.
Thou waitest for the spark from heaven! and we, Light half-believers in our casual deeds . . . Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose tomorrow the ground won today- Ah, do not we, Wanderer, await it too?
When Byron's eyes were shut in death, We bow'd our head and held our breath. He taught us little; but our soul Had felt his like a thunder roll. . . . We watch'd the fount of fiery life Which serv'd for that Titanic life.
That which in England we call the middle class is in America virtually the nation.
And amongst us one, Who most has suffer'd, takes dejectedly His seat upon the intellectual throne.
Still bent to make some port he knows not where, still standing for some false impossible shore.
The discipline of the Old Testament may be summed up as a discipline teaching us to abhor and flee from sin; the discipline of the New Testament, as a discipline teaching us to die to it.
Religion--that voice of the deepest human experience.
Poetry interprets in two ways: it interprets by expressing, with magical felicity, the physiognomy and movements of the outward world; and it interprets by expressing, with inspired conviction, the ideas and laws of the inward world of man's moral and spiritual nature. In other words, poetry is interpretative both by having natural magic in it, and by having moral profundity.
Culture looks beyond machinery, culture hates hatred; culture has one great passion--the passion for sweetness and light. It has one even yet greater, the passion for making them all prevail. It is not satisfied till we all come to a perfect man; it knows that the sweetness and light of the few must be imperfect until the raw and unkindly masses of humanity are touched with sweetness and light.
Saw life steadily and saw it whole.
Alas! is even love too weak To unlock the heart, and let it speak? Are even lovers powerless to reveal To one another what indeed they feel? I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference, or with blame reproved; I knew they lived and moved Trick'd in disguises, alien to the rest Of men, and alien to themselves - and yet The same heart beats in every human breast!
The nice sense of measure is certainly not one of Nature's gifts to her English children ... we have all of us yielded to infatuation at some moment of our lives.
The best poetry will be found to have a power of forming, sustaining, and delighting us, as nothing else can.
The governing idea of Hellenism is spontaneity of consciousness ; that of Hebraism, strictness of conscience .
Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine.
But there remains the question: what righteousness really is. The method and secret and sweet reasonableness of Jesus.
The eternal not ourselves that makes for righteousness.
Where great whales come sailing by, Sail and sail, with unshut eye, Round the world for ever and aye.
Everything in our political life tends to hide from us that there is anything wiser than our ordinary selves.
O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain!
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