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A light heart lives long.
Many go out for wool, and come home shorn themselves.
Happy is the man to whom Heaven has given a morsel of bread without laying him under the obligation of thanking any other for it than Heaven itself.
I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute… Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. So the matter is over, and come what will, I am satisfied.
I may be asked what I mean by “Inward Spiritual Freedom”… Spiritual freedom is the attribute of a mind in which reason and conscience have begun to act, and which is free through its own energy, through fidelity to the truth, through resistance to temptation… We are in the midst of influences which menace the intellect and heart; and to be free is to withstand and conquer these.
Cannot a strong interest turn difficulty into pleasure? Let the love of truth, of which I have spoken, be awakened, and obstacles in the way to it will whet, not discourage, the mind, and inspire a new delight into its acquisition.
Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself,
And where we are our learning likewise is.
Endeavour to be inclined always:
not to the easiest, but to the most difficult;
not to the most delightful, but to the most distasteful;
not to the most gratifying, but to the less pleasant;
not to what means rest for you, but to hard work;
not to the consoling, but to the unconsoling;
not to the most, but to the least;
not to the highest and most precious, but to the lowest and most despised;
not to wanting something but to wanting nothing.
Beauty is truth, truth beauty — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Beauty doth varnish age, as if new-born,
And gives the crutch the cradle’s infancy:
O, ’tis the sun that maketh all things shine.
Celestial as thou art, O, pardon, love, this wrong,
That sings heaven’s praise with such an earthly tongue.
A true man never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star.
All natural results are spontaneous. The diamond sparkles without effort, and the flowers open impulsively beneath the summer rain. And true religion is a spontaneous thing — as natural as it is to weep, to love, or to rejoice.
One great thought breathed into a man may regenerate him.
His individual dignity, not derived from birth, from success, from wealth, from outward show, but consisting in the indestructible principles of his soul — this ought to enter into his habitual consciousness.
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumbered here,
While these visions did appear.
It is not enough to speak, but to speak true.
In the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
For never any thing can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
