O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul! Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest Truth the fairest Beauty.
God's prophets of the Beautiful, These Poets were.
One fine day, Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he. "So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled. "A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent Verse to the paper; how they printed it In Poet's Corner.
I'd rather keep my promises to other politicians than to God. God, at least, has a degree of forgiveness.
I think most historians will agree that the part played by impulses of selfish, individual aggression in the holocausts of history was small; first and foremost, the slaughter was meant as an offering to the gods, to king and country, or the future happiness of mankind. The crimes of Caligula shrink to insignificance compared to the havoc wrought by Torquemada. The number of victims of robbers, highwaymen, rapists, gangsters and other criminals at any period of history is negligible compared to the massive numbers of those cheerfully slain in the name of the true religion, just policy, or correct ideology.
God prepares great men for great tasks by great trials.
Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!
God, please save me from your followers!
We have been God-like in our planned breeding of our domesticated plants and animals, but we have been rabbit-like in our unplanned breeding of ourselves.
What mean ye that ye beat my people to pieces, and grind the faces of the poor? saith the Lord God of hosts.
Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free, And lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright, serene, humane, Contented with the fortune of a day.
Odin, thou whirlwind, what a threat is this Thou threatenest what transcends thy might, even thine, For of all powers the mightiest far art thou, Lord over men on earth, and Gods in Heaven; Yet even from thee thyself hath been withheld One thing--to undo what thou thyself hast ruled.
Then, everlasting Love, restrain thy will; 'Tis god-like to have power, but not to kill.
Let every soul be subject unto the higher powers. For there is no power but of God: the powers that be are ordained of God.
O what is it proud slime will not believe Of his own worth, to hear it equal praised Thus with the gods?
There is nothing which power cannot believe of itself, when it is praised as equal to the gods. [Lat., Nihil est quod credere de se Non possit, quum laudatur dis aequa potestas.]
God deliver me from the venom of the cobra, the tooth of the tiger, and the vengeance of the Afghan.
Place your attention 6 inches above your crown. God is breathing in and out there.
Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
And touch'd their golden harps, and hymning praised God and his works.
Doubt not but God who sits on high, Thy secret prayers can hear; When a dead wall thus cunningly Conveys soft whispers to the ear.
O God, if in the day of battle I forget Thee, do not Thou forget me.
Every wish Is like a prayer--with God.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
Hope, he called, belief In God,--work, worship . . . therefore let us pray!