Genuine Work alone, what thou workest faithfully, that is eternal, as the Almighty Founder and World-Builder himself.
In no time whatever can small critics entirely eradicate out of living men's hearts a certain altogether peculiar collar reverence for Great Men -- genuine admiration, loyalty, adora-tion.
Man, it is not thy works, which are mortal, infinitely little, and the greatest no greater than the least, but only the spirit thou workest in, that can have worth or continuance.
The infinite, absolute character of Virtue has passed into a finite, conditional one; it is no longer a worship of the Beautiful and Good; but a calculation of the Profitable.
To say that we have a clear conscience is to utter a solecism; had we never sinned we should have had no conscience. Were defeat unknown, neither would victory be celebrated by songs of triumph.
Earnestness alone makes life eternity.
The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once.
Creation is great, and cannot be understood.
To be true is manly, chivalrous, Christian; to be false is mean, cowardly, devilish.
Great is wisdom; infinite is the value of wisdom. It cannot be exaggerated; it is the highest achievement of man.
The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.
The mystery of a person, indeed, is ever divine to him that has a sense for the godlike.
What are your Axioms, and Categories, and Systems, and Aphorisms? Words, words.... Be not the slave of Words.
The dead are all holy, even they that were base and wicked while alive. Their baseness and wickedness was not they, was but the heavy and unmanageable environment that lay round them.
Painful for a person is rebellious independence, only in loving companionship with his associates does a person feel safe: Only in reverently bowing down before the higher does a person feel exalted.
Great men are the modelers, patterns, and in a wide sense creators, of whatsoever the general mass of men contrived to do and attain.
Stern accuracy in inquiring, bold imagination in describing, these are the cogs on which history soars or flutters and wobbles.
History is the distillation of rumour.
Success in life, in anything, depends upon the number of persons that one can make himself agreeable to.
How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil.
The essence of humor is sensibility; warm, tender fellow-feeling with all forms of existence.
We do everything by custom, even believe by it; our very axioms, let us boast of free-thinking as we may, are oftenest simply such beliefs as we have never heard questioned.
Dinners are defined as 'the ultimate act of communion;' men that can have communion in nothing else, can sympathetically eat together, can still rise into some glow of brotherhood over food and wine.
The hell of these days is the fear of not getting along, especially of not making money.
It is great, and there is no other greatness-to make one nook of God's Creation more fruitful, better, more worthy of God; to make some human heart a little wiser, manlier, happier-more blessed.
Of all the paths a man could strike into, there is, at any given moment, a best path .. A thing which, here and now, it were of all things wisest for him to do .. To find this path, and walk in it, is the one thing needful for him.
Science has done much for us; but it is a poor science that would hide from us the great deep sacred infinitude of Nescience, on which all science swims as a mere superficial film.
Society is founded on hero-worship.
Misery which, through long ages, had no spokesman, no helper, will now be its own helper and speak for itself.
We call it a Society; and go about professing openly the totalest separation, isolation. Our life is not a mutual helpfulness; but rather, cloaked under due laws-of-war, named fair competition and so forth, it is a mutual hostility.
The beginning of all wisdom is to look fixedly on clothes, or even with armed eyesight, till they become transparent.
Lives the man that can figure a naked Duke of Windlestraw addressing a naked House of Lords?
The Christian must be consumed by the conviction of the infinite beauty of holiness and the infinite damnability of sin.
Go as far as you can see; when you get there, you'll be able to see further.
What this country needs is a man who knows God other than by heresay.
Midas-eared Mammonism, double-barrelled Dilettantism, and their thousand adjuncts and corollaries, are not the Law by which God Almighty has appointed this His universe to go.
Burke said there were Three Estates in Parliament; but, in the Reporter's gallery yonder, there sat a fourth estate more important far than they all.
The Orator persuades and carries all with him, he knows not how; the Rhetorician can prove that he ought to have persuaded and carried all with him.
One life; a little gleam of Time between two Eternities; no second chance to us for evermore!
Not only was Thebes built by the music of an Orpheus; but without the music of some inspired Orpheus was no city ever built, no work that man glories in ever done.
A lie should be trampled on and extinguished wherever found. I am for fumigating the atmosphere when I suspect that falsehood, like pestilence, breathes around me.
There are but two ways of paying debt: Increase of industry in raising income, increase of thrift in laying out.
Love not pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved.
How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social -- I mean a purse?
May blessings be upon the head of Cadmus, the Phoenicians, or whoever it was that invented books.
Man is emphatically a proselytizing creature.
Just in the ratio knowledge increases, faith decreases.
Whose school-hours are all the days and nights of our existence.
What, in the devil's name, is the use of respectability, with never so many gigs and silver spoons, if thou inwardly art the pitifulness of all men?
There is but one temple in this Universe: The Body. We speak to God whenever we lay our hands upon it.
With stupidity and sound digestion, man may front much.
You can make even a parrot into a learned political economist -- all he must learn are the two words supply and demand.
Laissez-faire, supply and demand-one begins to be weary of all that. Leave all to egotism, to ravenous greed of money, of pleasure, of applause-it is the gospel of despair.
The lightning spark of thought generated in the solitary mind awakens its likeness in another mind.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
If time is precious, no book that will not improve by repeated readings deserves to be read at all.
It is not honest inquiry that makes anarchy; but it is error, insincerity, half belief and untruth that make it.
The vulgarity of inanimate things requires time to get accustomed to; but living, breathing, bustling, plotting, planning, human vulgarity is a species of moral ipecacuanha, enough to destroy any comfort.
No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.
All work of man is as the swimmer's: a vast ocean threatens to devour him; if he front it not bravely, it will keep its word.
It is well said, in every sense, that a man's religion is the chief fact with regard to him.
Rich as we are in biography, a well-written life is almost as rare as a well-spent one; and there are certainly many more men whose history deserves to be recorded than persons willing and able to record it.
War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and another village, stick them into uniforms, equip them with guns, and let them loose like wild beasts against one other.
They wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease. Difficulty, abnegation, martyrdom, death are the allurements that act on the heart of man.
No good book or good thing of any kind shows it best face at first. No the most common quality of in a true work of art that has excellence and depth, is that at first sight it produces a certain disappointment.
The great soul of this world is just.
Great souls are always loyally submissive, reverent to what is over them: only small mean souls are otherwise.
Poetry is the attempt which man makes to render his existence harmonious.
Are not our greatest men as good as lost? The men that walk daily among us, warming us, feeding us, walk shrouded in darkness, mere mythic men.
A true delineation of the smallest man is capable of interesting the greatest man.
Fancy that thou deservest to be hangedthou wilt feel it happiness to be only shot: fancy that thou deservest to be hanged ina hair halter, it will be a luxury to die in hemp.
What are your historical Facts still more your biographical Wilt thou know a man by stringing-together beadrolls of what thou namest Facts.
All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!
History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.
We call that fire of the black thunder-cloud electricity, and lecture learnedly about it, and grind the like of it out of glass and silk: but what is it? What made it? Whence comes it? Whither goes it?
What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it.
Teaching school is but another word for sure and not very slow destruction.
A good book is the purest essence of a human soul.
Not our Logical, Mensurative faculty, but our Imaginative one is King over us; I might say, Priest and Prophet to lead us heavenward; or Magician and Wizard to lead us hellward.
With union grounded on falsehood and ordering us to speak and act lies, we will not have anything to do. Peace? A brutal lethargy is peaceable; the noisome is peaceable. We hope for a living peace, not a dead one!
The meaning of song goes deep. Who in logical words can explain the effect music has on us? A kind of inarticulate, unfathomable speech, which leads us to the edge of the infinite, and lets us for a moment gaze into that!