Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Love and hate have a magical transforming power. They are the great soul changers. We grow through their exercise into the likeness of what we contemplate.
By intensity of hatred, nations create in themselves the character that they imagine in their enemies. Hence it comes that all passionate conflicts result in an interchange of characteristics. We might say with truth, those who hate open a door by which their enemies enter and make their own the secret places of the heart.
The world can only be free when men are content in themselves and each draws from his own fountain.
We may fight against what is wrong, but if we allow ourselves to hate, that is to insure our spiritual defeat and our likeness to what we hate.
We have the universe to roam in in imagination. It is our virtue to be infinitely varied. The worst tyranny is uniformity.
We have control over the work of our hands, but little over the working of the soul. But yet we must yield to it, for without it we have nothing.
The relation of landlord and tenant is not an ideal one, but any relations in a social order will endure if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy which qualifies life for immortality.
We dwell in the house of the body, but its perfection and intricate life are the work of a wisdom which never relaxes dominion over a single cell.
It is true the orator may make a myriad replica of his own passion out of those who listen to him. But that does not prove he is right or they are not fools.
Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.
After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality. The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor.
The wind from the Kingdom of Heaven has blown all over the world, and shall blow for centuries yet.
You can't evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.
The victors in great wars have always been spiritually defeated by the conquered.
Nothing exasperates the spirit in man more than power which seems unconquerable and which makes impotent all protest.
I lay this down as a fundamental proposition, which I do not think will be denied, that whoever controls the taxation and trade policy of a country controls its destiny and the entire character of its civilization.
Any relations in a social order will endure, if there is infused into them some of that spirit of human sympathy which qualifies life for immortality.
