Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
For, lo! the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.
When I was born I drew in the common air, and fell upon the earth, which is of like nature, and the first voice which I uttered was crying, as all others do.
Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
The first man is of the earth, earthy.
Set your affections on things above, not on things on the earth.
The kindly fruits of the earth.
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the resurrection.
I'm summoned by the fields and hills, The shady maples in the garden, The bank of the deserted burn, The liberties the country offers. Give me your hand. I will return At the beginning of October: We'll drink together once again, And o'er our cups of friendly candor Discuss a dozen gentlemen-- We'll talk of fools and wicked gentry, And those with flunkey's souls from birth, And sometimes of the Tsar of Heaven, And sometimes of the one on earth.
On our earth we can truly love only with suffering and through suffering! We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love.
So a useless truth obtrudes on to a most ravishing lie. I would say finally that, as the earth turns and the truth of summer and the lie of winter interchange, so the bulky ball of history revolves, and what a man dies for may become the thing that dies for him.
Then perhaps to die the death. An endless silence after a brief earth-sejourn. All the putative joys untasted. Circular speculation. A life wasted.
See how the live earth flowers. The land speaks my intent. Bear me accompaniment.
Everything we've experienced on earth seems to point toward the permanence of pain
There is a satisfactory boniness about grammar which the flesh of sheer vocabulary requires before it can become a vertebrate and walk the earth.
..the people of Tudor England, like the modern Irish, were great talkers. One imagines their speech as rapid, bubbling, both earthily exact and carelessly malapropistic. It was perhaps a McLuhanesque medium, itself its own message and it exhibited the essential function of language - to maintain social contact in the dark.... Speech, when you come to think of it, is not a very exact medium: it is full of stumblings and apologies for not finding the right word; it has to be helped out with animal grunts and the gestures which, one is convinced, represent man's primal mode of communication. Take speech as a flickering auditory candle, and the mere act of maintaining its light becomes enough. Tales, gossip, riddles, word-play pass the time in the dark, and out of these - not out of the need to recount facts or state a case - springs literature.
The earth's resources are not infinite, a birth's another burden in a hungry world
... he sighed, knowing himself to be caught forever between worlds - earth and air, reason and belief, action and contemplation. Alone among all sorts of men, he embraced a poet's martyrdom
I can hardly move, sick not in my body but only in my soul, centre of my sinful earth
And so earth took that poor boy. What could earth not take?
There is no such thing as the death of anything. There is no making new, there is only renewal. The earth turns and there is no new day, only a renewal of the old. In tomorrow's bread there will be a piece of today's dough
You go nowhere now - into the earth. I take on your burdens. The son becomes the father
Heaven is limitless. It is not confined as our earth is confined. And yet, says the Lord, this house must be filled. Filled with countless human souls, and each one revelling in its divine uniqueness
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear--not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward, it is not a compliment to say it is brave; it is merely a loose misapplication of the word. Consider the flea!--incomparably the bravest of all the creatures of God, if ignorance of fear were courage. Whether you are asleep or awake he will attack you, caring nothing for the fact that in bulk and strength you are to him as are the massed armies of the earth to a sucking child; he lives both day and night and all days and nights in the very lap of peril and the immediate presence of death, and yet is no more afraid than is the man who walks the streets of a city that was threatened by an earthquake ten centuries before. When we speak of Clive, Nelson, and Putnam as men who didn't know what fear was, we ought always to add the flea--and put him at the head of the procession.