Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.
War has a deeper and more ineffable relation to hidden grandeurs in man than has yet been deciphered.
Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.
Kings should disdain to die, and only disappear.
Mathematics has not a foot to stand upon which is not purely metaphysical.
There is first the literature of KNOWLEDGE, and secondly, the literature of POWER. The function of the first is -- to teach; the function of the second is -- to move.
A promise is binding in the inverse ratio of the numbers to whom it is made.
Flowers... that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God only by them - when suddenly the voice of Christianity, counter-signing the voice of infancy, raised them to a grandeur transcending the Hebrew throne, although founded by God himself, and pronounced Solomon in all his glory not to be arrayed like one of these.
Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh, just, subtle, and mighty opium!
Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.
Dyspepsy is the ruin of most things: empires, expeditions, and everything else.
The burden of the incommunicable.
Often one's dear friend talks something which one scruples to call rigmarole.
Fierce sectarianism breeds fierce latitudinarianism.
It is an impressive truth that sometimes in the very lowest forms of duty, less than which would rank a man as a villain, there is, nevertheless the sublimest ascent of self-sacrifice. To do less would class you as an object of eternal scorn, to do so much presumes the grandeur of heroism.
So, then, Oxford Street, stonyhearted stepmother, thou that listenest to the sighs of orphans, and drinkest the tears of children, at length I was dismissed from thee.
here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered; happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat-pocket; portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint-bottle; and peace of mind could be sent down by the mail.
The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.
It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.
I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.
Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.
Everlasting farewells! and again, and yet again reverberated everlasting farewells!
The pulpit style of Germany has been always rustically negligent, or bristling with pedantry.
The peace of nature and of the innocent creatures of god seems to be secure and deep, only so long as the presence of man and his restless and unquiet spirit are not there to trouble its sanctity.
Flowers that are so pathetic in their beauty, frail as the clouds, and in their coloring as gorgeous as the heavens, had through thousands of years been the heritage of children - honored as the jewelry of God.
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