Quotes
Quotes about God
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
By night an atheist half believes a God.
'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,--
Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.
The course of Nature is the art of God.
Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes:
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
Stuff the head
With all such reading as was never read:
For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
And write about it, goddess, and about it.
The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,--
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
