I preached as never sure to preach again, And as a dying man to dying men.
Would I describe a preacher, . . . . I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture; much impress'd Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech.
Beware prejudices. They are like rats, and men's minds are like traps; prejudices get in easily, but it is doubtful if they ever get out.
Rigid judgmental opinions can block descent of Spirit's pinions.
It is not the simple statement of facts that ushers in freedom; it is the constant repetition of them that has this liberating effect. Tolerance is the result not of enlightenment, but of boredom.
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Thus unlamented pass the proud away, The gaze of fools and pageant of a day; So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
There is a paradox in pride: it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
There is this paradox in pride--it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates--the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone. [Fr., Doubles grilles a gros cloux, Triples portes, forts verroux, Aux ames vraiment mechantes Vous representez l'enfer; Mais aux ames innocentes Vous n'etes que du bois, des pierres, du fer.]
The closing of a door can bring blessed privacy and comfortâthe opening, terror. Conversely, the closing of a door can be a sad and final thingâthe opening a wonderfully joyous moment.
Gentlemen do not read each other's mail.
We seem to want mass production, but we must remember that men are individuals not to be satisfactorily dealt with in masses, and the making of men is more important than the production of things.
Professional men, they have no cares; whatever happens, they get theirs.
We forget that the most successful statesmen have been professionals. Lincoln was a professional politician.
There is no advancement to him who stands trembling because he cannot see the end from the beginning.
I have found some of the best reasons I ever had for remaining at the bottom simply by looking at the men at the top.
Those who work most for the world's advancement are the ones who demand least.
Not to go back is somewhat to advance, and men must walk, at least, before they dance.
A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain.
It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.
This solemn moment of triumph, one of the greatest moments in the history of the world . . . this great hour which rings in a new era . . . and which is going to lift up humanity to a higher plane of existence for all the ages of the future.
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
How much does great prosperity overspread the mind with darkness. [Lat., Quantum caliginis mentibus nostris objicit magna felicitas!]