There is no real evil in life, except great pain; all the rest is imaginary, and depends on the light in which we view things.
Pain is life--the sharper, the more evidence of life.
From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.
It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom perfected beforehand.
Be such a man, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life a life like yours, this earth would be God's Paradise.
For thence,--a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,-- Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
Let's not unman each other--part at once; All farewells should be sudden, when forever, Else they make an eternity of moments, And clog the last sad sands of life with tears.
Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it. We can have but one great experience at best, and the secret of life is to reproduce that experience as often as possible.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Life is action and passion; therefore it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of the time, at peril of being judged not to have lived.
But how carve way i' the life that lies before, If bent on groaning ever for the past?
To be able to look back upon one's past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise, is gone!
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
To preserve the life of citizens, is the greatest virtue in the father of his country. [Lat., Servare cives, major est virtus patriae patri.]
I do love My country's good with a respect more tender, More holy and profound, then mine own life, My dear wife's estimate, her womb increase, And treasure of my loins.
Our land is the dearer of our sacrifices. The blood of our martyrs sanctifies and enriches it. Their spirit passes into thousands of hearts. How costly is the progress of the race. It is only by the giving of life that we can have life.
Patriotism is in political life what faith is in religion.
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!
Peace is not a season, it is a way of life.
Peace originates with the flow of things â its heart is like the movement of the wind and waves. The Way is like the veins that circulate blood through our bodies, following the natural flow of the life force. If you are separated in the slightest from that divine essence, you are far off the path.
Nonviolence is the supreme law of life.
Peace is the deliberate adjustment of my life to the will of God.
By them there sat the loving pelican, Whose young ones, poison'd by the serpent's sting, With her own blood to life again doth bring.