In discourse more sweet, (For Eloquence the Sound, Song charmes the sense,) Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.
The charm of the best courages is that they are inventions, inspirations, flashes of genius.
A good education is usually harmful to a dancer. A good calf is better than a good head.
The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I'll go over to the persons house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I'm gone, but you know what I've left on the porch? A jack-o-lantern with a knife stuck in the side of it's head with a note that says "You." After that I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
I call'd the devil, and he came, And with wonder his form did I closely scan; He is not ugly, and is not lame, But really a handsome and charming man. A man in the prime of life is the devil, Obliging, a man of the world, and civil; A diplomatist too, well skill'd in debate, He talks quite glibly of church and state.
Disease is an experience of mortal mind. It is fear made manifest on the body. Divine Science takes away this physical sense of discord, just as it removes a sense of moral or mental inharmony.
Doubting charms me not less than knowledge. [It., Non menno che saper, dubbiar m'aggrata.]
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
What harm in drinking can there be, Since punch and life so well agree?
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, My morning incense. and my evening meal, The sweets of Hasty-Pudding.
Oh, herbaceous treat! 'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat; Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl; Serenely full the epicure would say, "Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."
I could do without your face, and your neck, and your hands, and your limbs, and your bosom, and other of your charms. Indeed, not to fatigue myself with enumerating each of them, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
Evil is something you recognize immediately you see it: it works through charm.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear.
Faith makes the discords of the present the harmonies of the future.
In my soul rages a battle without victor. Between faith without proof and reason without charm.
Once we know our weaknesses they cease to do us any harm.
The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death.
A man can become so accustomed to the thought of his own faults that he will begin to cherish them as charming little "personal characteristics."
An ideal wife is one who remains faithful to you but tries to be just as charming as if she weren't.
Sweet letters of the angel tongue, I've loved ye long and well, And never have failed in your fragrance sweet To find some secret spell,-- A charm that has bound me with witching power, For mine is the old belief, That midst your sweets and midst your bloom, There's a soul in every leaf!
A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.