So we're all right, an' I, for one, Don't think our cause'll lose in vally By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun, An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.
Truth is quite beyond the reach of satire. There is so brave a simplicity in her that she can no more be made ridiculous than an oak or a pine.
In the earliest ages science was poetry, as in the later poetry has become science.
All share in the government of the world was denied for centuries to perhaps the ablest, certainly the most tenacious race that had ever lived in it
The one thing finished in this hasty world.
The material of thought re-acts upon the thought itself.
The idol is the measure of the worshipper.
Praise follows truth afar off, and only overtakes her at the grave; plausibility clings to her skirts and holds her back till then
Did man e'er live Saw priest or woman yet forgive?
Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our ages drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.
Whenever you have the kind of market that is taking shape now - a wildly volatile one with big pricing discrepancies - it plays right into the hands of managers who are very focused on research and stock picking.
Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us.
The victory's in believing.
He who esteems the Virginia reel A bait to draw saints from their spiritual weal, And regards the quadrille as a far greater knavery Than crushing His African children with slavery, Since all who take part in a waltz or cotillon Are mounted for hell on the devil's own pillion, Who, as every true orthodox Christian well knows, Approaches the heart through the door of the toes.
An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.
Earth's noblest thing,-a woman perfected.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame; Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
Fanaticism, or, to call it by its milder name, enthusiasm, is only powerful and active so long as it is aggressive. Establish it firmly in power, and it becomes conservatism, whether it will or no.
The future works out great men's destinies; The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age Are petrified forever.
Tiny Salmoneus of the air His mimic bolts the firefly threw.
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
The right to be a cussed fool Is safe from all devices human, It's common (ez a gin'I rule) To every critter born of woman.
This goin' ware glory waits ye haint one agreeable feetur.
It is mediocrity which makes laws and sets mantraps and spring-guns in the realm of free song, saying thus far shalt thou go and no further.
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