We would be ashamed of our best behavior if the people knew the motives of our behaving so.
Often when we think we are knotting one thread, we are tying quite another.
The memory of an absent person shines in the deepest recesses of the heart, shining the more brightly the more wholly its object has vanished: a light on the horizon of the despairing, darkened spirit; a star gleaming in our inward night.
A fixed idea ends in madness or heroism.
The man who fights against his own country is never a hero.
Superstition, bigotry and prejudice, ghosts though they are, cling tenaciously to life; they are shades armed with tooth and claw. They must be grappled with unceasingly, for it is a fateful part of human destiny that it is condemned to wage perpetual war against ghosts. A shade is not easily taken by the throat and destroyed.
The first proof of charity in a priest, and especially a bishop, is poverty.
God has bestowed two gifts on man: hope and ignorance. Ignorance is the better of the two.
Civil war.... What did the words mean? Was there any such thing as "foreign war"? Was not all warfare between men warfare between brothers?
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
Philosophy is the microscope of thought. Everything desires to flee from it, but nothing escapes it.
The flesh is the upper surface of the unknown.
My day's work will begin again the next morning. The tomb is not a blind alley.
Yes, the brutalities of progress are called revolutions
In Shakespeare the birds sing, the bushes are clothed with green, hearts love, souls suffer, the cloud wanders, it is hot, it is cold, night falls, time passes, forests and multitudes speak, the vast eternal dream hovers over all. Sap and blood, all forms of the multiple reality, actions and ideas, man and humanity, the living and the life, solitudes, cities, religions, diamonds and pearls, dung-hills and charnelhouses, the ebb and flow of beings, the steps of comers and goers, all, all are on Shakespeare and in Shakespeare.
The ideal and the beautiful are identical; the ideal corresponds to the idea, and beauty to form; hence idea and substance are cognate.
Loving is half of believing.
To have lied is to have suffered.
Too much improvisation leaves the mind stupidly void.
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
I believe in religion against the religious; in the pitifulness of orisons, and in the sublimity of prayer.
A translation in verse . . . seems to me something absurd, impossible.
The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.
There is such a thing as the pressure of darkness.
It is often our best friends who throw us down.
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