My life was a problem in ciphers, a weary and profitless sum.
My life was a problem in ciphers, a weary and profitless sum.
Every life has its actual blanks, which the ideal must fill up, or which else remain bare and profitless forever.
But this is a true saying among men: the gifts of enemies are no gifts and profitless.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into my ears as profitless As water in a seive.
. . . I would stand,If the night blackened with a coming storm,Beneath some rock, listening to notes that areThe ghostly language of the ancient earth,Or make their dim abode in distant winds.Thence did I drink the visionary powerAnd deem not profitless those fleeting moodsOf shadowy exultation not for this,That they are kindred to our purer mindAnd intellectual life but that the soul,Remembering how she felt, but what she feltRemembering not, retains an obscure senseOf possible sublimity. . . .
If there is any moral in Christianity, if there is anything to be learned from it, if the whole story is not profitless from first to last, it comes to this that a man should back his own opinion against the world s.
However dark and profitless, however painful and weary, existence may have become, life is not done, and our Christian character is not won, so long as God has anything left for us to suffer, or anything left for us to do.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories