THE MOST EXTENSIVE
ON THE INTERNET
A curse is like a cloud--it passes.
All are of the race of God, and have in themselves good.
All things that speak of heaven speak of peace.
. . . amid life's quests
That seems but worthy one--to do men good.
Any heart turned Godward feels more joy
In one short hour of prayer, than e'er was raised
By all the feasts of earth since its foundation.
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse is like a cloud, it passes.
Blest is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts.
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts
The world were poor in thanks, though every soul
Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade
Of grass, and every atomie of earth
To utter it like dew.
Death is another life.
Death is the gate of life.
Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Dew-drops, Nature's tears, which she
Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die.
The sun insists on gladness; but at night,
When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
Doubt is the shadow of truth.
Dreams are rudiments
Of the great state to come. We dream what is
About to happen.
Earth's liquid jewelry, wrought of air.
Error is worse than ignorance.
Evil is limited. One cannot form
A scheme for universal evil.
Evil then results from imperfection.
Fine thoughts are wealth, for the right use of which
Men are and ought to be accountable,--
If not to Thee, to those they influence.
Fulfil thy fate! Be--do--bear--and thank God.
God's love seemed lost upon him.
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.
He is a fool who is not for love and beauty. I speak unto the young, for I am of them and always shall be.
He who has most of heart knows most of sorrow.
Displaying page 1 of 7 for this author: Next >>  2 3 4 5 6 7