Athens the eye of Greece mother of arts And eloquence.
Only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith; Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come called charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this P...
I will not deny but that the best apology against false accusers is silence and sufferance, and honest deeds set against dishonest words.
The brazen throat of war.
Who overcomes By force hath overcome but half his foe.
Reason is also choice.
The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
Knowledge cannot defile nor consequently the books if the will and conscience be not defiled.
To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night. From his watchtower in the skies Til the dappled dawn doth rise.
But say I could repent and could obtaineBy Act of Grace my former state: how soonwould higth recal high thoughts; how soon unsaywhat feign'd submission swore: ease would recantvows made in pain, as vi...
Freely we serveBecause we freely love, as in our willTo love or not; in this we stand or fall.
God does not need man nor his won works.
Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war.
So dear I love him that with him all deaths I could endure without him live no life.
God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts who best Bear His mild yoke they serve Him best His state Is kingly thousands at His bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest -...
The mind is its own place and in itself can make a heaven of hell a hell of heaven.
Servant of God well done! Well hast thou fought The better fight.
Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most?That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost?That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain?That the anguish o...
From morn to noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, a summer's day; and with the setting sun dropped from the zenith like a falling star.
Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,Said then the lost Archangel, this the seatThat we must change for heav'n, this mournful gloomFor that celestial light? Be it so since he Who now is sovere...