Quotes
Quotes about Wit
What babe new born is this that in a manger cries? Near on her lowly bed his happy mother lies. Oh, see the air is shaken with white and heavenly wings-- This is the Lord of all the earth, this is the King of Kings.
Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring, For so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.
Ring out ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the bass of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
'Twas the night before Christman, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring,--not even a mouse: The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill, Little care we: Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany-Tree.
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars.
"What is a church?"--Our honest sexton tells, 'Tis a tall building, with a tower and bells.
No silver saints, by dying misers giv'n, Here brib'd the rage of ill-requited heav'n; But such plain roofs as Piety could raise, And only vocal with the Maker's praise.
Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his Name.
And circumstance, that unspiritual god, And miscreator, makes and helps along Our coming evils, with a critch-like rod, Whose touch turns hope to dust--the dust we all have trod.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse--borne away with every breath.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
Sir, my circumstances, Being so near the truth as I will make them, Must first induce you to believe; whose strength I will confirm with oath, which I doubt not You'll give me leave to spare when you shall find You need it not.
To leave frivolous circumstances, I pray you tell Signior Lucentio that his father is come from Pisa and is here at the door to speak with him.
We can let circumstances rule us, or we can take charge and rule our lives from within.
Citizenship comes first today in our crowded world ... No man can enjoy the privileges of education and thereafter with a clear conscience break his contract with society. To respect that contract is to be mature, to strengthen it is to be a good citizen, to do more than your share under it is noble.
Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty, and dies with chaos.
He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.
Sanctification means being made one with Jesus so that the disposition that ruled Him will rule us. It will cost everything that is not of God in us.
In prayer it is better to have a heart without words than words without a heart.
Life is much like writing in ink : All you can do is read over your past and look forward to a blank page for your future that will soon be filled with words that can never be erased.
Nothing is as soft as water, yet who can withstand the raging flood?
There is nothing wrong with people possessing riches. The wrong comes when riches possess people.
you could hit someone over the head with a hammer and they would say, "gee, thanks, it feels so much better now that you stopped"... Their glass is a keg, and over flowing with the values of true life. If we all acted a little bit more like him, the world would truely be a better place.
