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The temples perish, but the God still lives.
The truth of truths is love.
- [Love : Truth]
The value of a thought cannot be told.
The wind breathes not, and the wave
Walks softly as above a grave.
The world is a great poem, and the world's
The words it is writ in, and we souls the thoughts.
They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
Thou art a woman,
And that is saying the best and worst of thee.
Thou wilt not chronicle our sand-like sins;
For sin is small, and mean, and barren. Good
Only is great, and generous, and fruitful.
Number the mountains, not the sands, O God!
Which art the unseen similitude of God
The Spirit, His most meet and mightiest sign.
Thy great name
In all its awful brevity, hath nought
Unholy breeding it, but doth bless
Rather the tongue that uses it; for me,
I ask no higher office than to fling
My spirit at Thy feet, and cry Thy name,
God! through eternity.
Thy talk is the sweet extract of all speech,
And holds mine ear in blissful slavery.
'Tis man himself makes his own god and his own hell.
'Tis- of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.
True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form,
The bended knee, the eye uplift; is all
Which men need render; all which God can bear.
What to the faith are forms? A passing speck,
A crow upon the sky.
Boldly and wisely in that light thou hast--
There is a hand above will help thee on.
We live not to ourselves, our work is life.
We love and live in power; it is the spirit's end. Mind must subdue; to conquer is its life.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
What men call accident is God's own part.
When I forget that the stars shine in air--
When I forget that beauty is in stars--
When I forget that love with beauty is--
Will I forget thee: till then all things else.
When pride thaws, look for floods.
Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search and shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; rush over it like rivers over reeds.
Why Mammon sits before a million hearths
Where God is bolted out from every house.
Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.
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