Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
But human experience is usually paradoxical, that means incongruous with the phrases of current talk or even current philosophy.
Knightly love is blent with reverence As heavenly air is blent with heavenly blue.
Perhaps the wind Wails so in winter for the summers dead, And all sad sounds are nature's funeral cries For what has been and is not.
God, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.
It is time the clergy are told that thinking men, after a close examination of that doctrine, pronounce it to be subversive of true moral development and, therefore, positively noxious.
A perverted moral judgment belongs to the dogmatic system.
Subtract from the New Testament the miraculous and highly impossible, and what will be the remainder?
When the soul is just liberated from the wretched giant's bed of dogmas on which it has been racked and stretched ever since it began to think, there is a feeling of exultation and strong hope.
Fatally powerful as religious systems have been, human nature is stronger and wider, and though dogmas may hamper they cannot absolutely repress its growth.
He who rules must fully humor as much as he commands.
Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
There is no feeling, perhaps, except the extremes of fear and grief, that does not find relief in music,--that does not make a man sing or play the better.
Nature repairs her ravages,--repairs them with her sunshine and with human labor.
I trust you as holy men trust God; you could do nought that was not pure and loving, though the deed might pierce me unto death.
The early months of marriage often are times of critical tumult,--whether that of a shrimp pool or of deeper water,--which afterwards subside into cheerful peace.
A woman mixed of such fine elements That were all virtue and religion dead She'd make them newly, being what she was.
To think of the part one little woman can play in the life of a man, so that to renounce her may be a very good imitation of heroism, and to win her may be a discipline.
We reap what we sow, but nature has love over and above that justice, and gives us shadow and blossom and fruit, that spring from no planting of ours.
the Press has no band of critics who go the round of the churches and chapels, and are on the watch for a slip or defect in the preacher, to make a 'feature' in their article: the clergy are, practically, the most irresponsible of all talkers.
the mysterious complexity of our life is not to be embraced by maxims ... to lace ourselves up in formulas of that sort is to repress all the divine promptings and inspirations that spring from growing insight and sympathy.
It is a sad weakness in us, after all, that the thought of a man's death hallows him anew to us; as if life were not sacred too.
We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinnertime.
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