Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.
Originality is a thing we constantly clamour for, and constantly quarrel with.
Fame, we may understand, is no sure test of merit, but only a probability of such: it is an accident, not a property, of a man; like light, it can give little or nothing, but at most may show what is given.
Of a truth, men are mystically united: a mystic bond of brotherhood makes all men one.
The depth of our despair measures what capability and height of claim we have to hope.
A greater number of God's creatures believe in Mahomet's word at this hour than in any other word whatever. Are we to suppose that it was a miserable piece of spiritual legerdemain, this which so many creatures of the almighty have lived by and died by?
Wonderful Force of Public Opinion! We must act and walk in all points as it prescribes; follow the traffic it bids us, realize the sum of money, the degree of influence it expects of us, or we shall be lightly esteemed; certain mouthfuls of articulate wind will be blown at us, and this what mortal courage can front?
No good book, or good thing of any sort, shows its best face at first.
Out of the lowest depths there is a path to the loftiest heights.
The coldest word was once a glowing new metaphor.
The greatest fault is to be conscious of none.
Neither had Watt of the Steam engine a heroic origin, any kindred with the princes of this world. The princes of this world were shooting their partridges... While this man with blackened fingers, with grim brow, was searching out, in his workshop, the Fire-secret.
The steam-engine I call fire-demon and great; but it is nothing to the invention of fire.
Does it ever give thee pause that men used to have a soul? Not by hearsay alone, or as a figure of speech, but as a thruth that they knew and acted upon. Verily it was another world then, but yet it is a pity we have lost the tidings of our souls. We shall have to go in search of them again or worse in all ways shall befall us.
Cash-payment is not the sole nexus of man with man.
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.
Conclusive facts are inseparable from inconclusive except by a head that already understands and knows.
Men worship the shows of great men; the most disbelieve that there is any reality of great men to worship.
No man at bottom means injustice; it is always for some obscure distorted image of a right that he contends: an obscure image diffracted, exaggerated, in the wonderfulest way by natural dimness and selfishness; getting tenfold more diffracted by exasperation of contest, till at length it become all but irrecognis-able.
Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.
The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin; whereby being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper.
There is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works: in Idleness alone is there perpetual despair.
Hero-worship is the deepest root of all; the tap-root, from which in a great degree all the rest were nourished and grown . . . Worship of a Hero is transcendent admiration of a Great Man. I say great men are still admirable; I say there is, at bottom, nothing else admirable! No nobler feeling than this of admiration for one higher than himself dwells in the breast of men.
All sorts of Heroes are intrinsically of the same material; that given a great soul, open to the Divine Significance of Life, then there is given a man fit to speak of this, to sing of this, to fight and work for this, in a great, victorious, enduring manner; there is given a Hero, -- the outward shape of whom will depend on the time and the environment he finds himself in.
Follow AzQuotes on Facebook, Twitter and Google+. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends
or simply: