Robert Green Ingersoll Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• When I became convinced that the universe is natural, that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell. The dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts and bars and manacles became dust.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Atheist, Wall, Light

  Robert Green Ingersoll (1907). “The works of Robert G. Ingersoll”, p.929, Library of Alexandria

• There is more real devotional feeling summoned from the temple of the mind by great music than by any sermon ever delivered.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Art, Real, Feelings

  Robert Green Ingersoll (1907). “The Works of Robert G.Ingersoll. [Dresden Ed.]”

• Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Music, Piano, Feelings

  Robert Green Ingersoll (1909). “Miscellany”

• I don't want to hurt people's feelings if I can help it. I don't want anyone unnecessarily humiliated, but I say whatever stands between you and justice must give way; and if you have to walk over reputations — and if they become pavement you cannot help it.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Life, Hurt, People

  "The Works of Robert G. Ingersoll: Legal".

• I love to think of the whole universe together as one eternal fact. I love to think that everything is alive; that crystallization is itself a step toward joy. I love to think that when a bud bursts into blossom: it feels a thrill. I love to have the universe full of feeling and full of joy, and not full of simple dead, inert matter, managed by an old bachelor for all eternity.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Simple, Thinking, Joy

  Robert Green Ingersoll (1907). “The works of Robert G. Ingersoll”, p.2363, Library of Alexandria

• If upon this earth we ever have a glimpse of heaven,it is when we pass a home in winter, at night,and through the windows, the curtains drawn aside,we see the family about the pleasant hearth; the old lady knitting; the cat playing with the yarn;the children wishing they had as many dolls or dollars or knivesor somethings, as there are sparks going out to join the roaring blast;the father reading and smoking, and the clouds rising like incense from the altar of domestic joy.I never passed such a house without feeling thatI had received a benediction.

  Robert Green Ingersoll

  Children, Father, Reading

  Robert Green Ingersoll (1907). “The works of Robert G. Ingersoll”, p.220, Library of Alexandria

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