Quotes
Quotes about Sin
Heaven is not reached at a single bound;
But we build the ladder by which we rise
From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies,
And we mount to its summit round by round.
This child is not mine as the first was;
I can not sing it to rest;
I can not lift it up fatherly,
And bless it upon my breast.
Yet it lies in my little one's cradle,
And sits in my little one's chair,
And the light of the heaven she's gone to
Transfigures its golden hair.
Not only around our infancy
Doth heaven with all its splendors lie;
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Darkness is strong, and so is Sin,
But surely God endures forever.
The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow
Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below.
There is no better ballast for keeping the mind steady on its keel, and saving it from all risk of crankiness, than business.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,--
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife....
The hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart,
Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part.
Since what unnumbered year
Hast thou kept watch and ward
And o'er the buried Land of Fear
So grimly held thy guard?
The world's as ugly, ay, as Sin,--
And almost as delightful.
The sunshine dreaming upon Salmon's height
Is not so sweet and white
As the most heretofore sin-spotted Soul
That darts to its delight
Straight from the absolution of a faithful fight.
Not in rewards, but in the strength to strive,
The blessing lies.
The all-enclosing freehold of Content.
First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman.
If a single cell, under appropriate conditions, becomes a man in the space of a few years, there can surely be no difficulty in understanding how, under appropriate conditions, a cell may, in the course of untold millions of years, give origin to the human race.
In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.
My heart is like a singing bird.
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low;
'T is that I can't remember how
They go.
Forever; 't is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?
The world is filled with folly and sin,
And Love must cling, where it can, I say:
For Beauty is easy enough to win;
But one is n't loved every day.
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound,
Young voices sing;
Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round,
For lo! 't is Spring!
Winter has passed with its sad funeral train,
And Love revives again.
I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. I am saddest when I sing. So are those who hear me. They are sadder even than I am.
Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time,
Why should I strive to set the crooked straight?
The idle singer of an empty day.
