The graceful minuet-dance of fancy must give place to the toilsome, thorny pilgrimage of understanding. On the transition from the age of romance to that of science.
The errors of a wise man are literally more instructive than the truths of a fool. The wise man travels in lofty, far-seeing regions; the fool in low-lying, high-fenced lanes; retracing the footsteps of the former, to discover where he diviated, whole provinces of the universe are laid open to us; in the path of the latter, granting even that he has not deviated at all, little is laid open to us but two wheel-ruts and two hedges.
So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of eternity This new day is born, Into eternity At night will return.
Obedience is our universal duty and destiny; wherein whoso will not bend must break; too early and too thoroughly we cannot be trained to know that "would," in this world of ours, is a mere zero to "should," and for most part as the smallest of fractions even to "shall.
The true Church of England, at this moment, lies in the Editors of the newspapers.
Creation is great, and cannot be understood.
Out of Eternity the new day is born; Into Eternity at night will return.
It is well said, in every sense, that a man's religion is the chief fact with regard to him.
Not only was Thebes built by the music of an Orpheus; but without the music of some inspired Orpheus was no city ever built, no work that man glories in ever done.
A poor creature who has said or done nothing worth a serious man taking the trouble of remembering.
Shakespeare says, we are creatures that look before and after; the more surprising that we do not look around a little, and see what is passing under our very eyes.
An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.
Roguery is thought by some to be cunning and laughable: it is neither; it is devilish.
In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.
Money will buy money's worth; but the thing men call fame, what is it?
What a wretched thing is all fame! A renown of the highest sort endures, say, for two thousand years. And then? Why, then, a fathomless eternity swallows it. Work for eternity; not the meagre rhetorical eternity of the periodical critics, but for the real eternity wherein dwelleth the Divine.
How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.
We observe with confidence that the truly strong mind, view it as intellect or morality, or under any other aspect, is nowise the mind acquainted with its strength; that here the sign of health is unconsciousness.
The true epic of our times is not "Arm's and the Man," but "Tools and the Man"--an infinitely wider kind of epic.
A pygmy standing on the outward crust of this small planet, his far-reaching spirit stretches outward to the infinite, and there alone finds rest.
The Highest Being reveals himself in man.
Silence is the eternal duty of man.
The nobleness of silence. The highest melody dwells only in silence,--the sphere melody, the melody of health.
A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!
Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.
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