The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance.
The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.
The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time.
'Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers.
Start living now. Stop saving the good china for that special occasion. Stop withholding your love until that special person materializes. Every day you are alive is a special occasion. Every minute, every breath, is a gift from God.
And how am I to face the odds Of man's bedevilment and God's? I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
And God said: Let there be light: and there was light.
Light (God's eldest daughter!)
Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes.
Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!
Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
"Look to the lilies how they grow!" 'Twas thus the Saviour said, that we, Even in the simplest flowers that blow, God's ever-watchful care might see.
Karma is the philosophy of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I reject that. I believe in the love and mercy of God.
Linux poses a real challenge for those with a taste for late-nighthacking (and/or conversations with God).
Waving away a cloud of smoke, I look up, and am blinded by a bright, whitelight. It's God. No, not Richard Stallman, or Linus Torvalds, but God. In a booming voice, He says: "THIS IS A SIGN. USE LINUX, THE FREE UNIX SYSTEM FOR THE 386."
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor!
Nothing but blackness aboveAnd nothing that moves but the cars...God, if you wish for our love,Fling us a handful of stars! - Caliban in the Coal Mines.
You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries... - Melting Pot, The.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor! - Aeneid, The.
Go, call a coach, and let a coach be called; And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in the calling, let him nothing call, But coach! coach! coach! O for a coach, ye gods!
So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything. - The Art of Worldly Wisdom, 1647.