The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom; And all good things are thus confused with ill. |
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. |
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys. |
The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on |
The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance |
The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance |
The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunner of a barbarism scarcely capable of cure. |
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself. |
The soul's joy lies in doing. |
The unquiet republic of the maze of planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness |
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time. |
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! |
There is no real wealth but the labor of man. |
There is no sport in hate when all the rage is on one side |
They learn in suffering what they teach in song |