The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear
The wise man in the storm prays to God, not for safety from danger, but deliverance from fear
A great man stands on God. A small man on a great man.
He who loves goodness harbors angels, reveres reverence, And lives with God.
The wise man in the storm prays God, not for safety from danger, but for deliverance from fear.
Self reliance, the height and perfection of man, is reliance on God.
A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams.
God enters by a private door into each individual.
You must pay for conformity. All goes well as long as you run with conformists. But you, who are honest men in other particulars, know that there is alive somewhere a man whose honesty reaches to this point also, that he shall not kneel to false gods, and, on the day when you meet him, you sink into the class of counterfeits.
The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius.... They look backward and not forward. But genius looks forward the eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead man hopes genius creates. Whatever talents may be, if the man create not, the pure efflux of the Deity is not his cinders and smoke there may be, but not yet flame.
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.
The dice of God are always loaded.
The soul of God is poured into the world through the thoughts of men.
Love is the essence of God.
Let us be silent, that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet.
God enters by a private door into every individual.
Every man is a divinity in disguise, a God playing the fool.
God screens us evermore from premature ideas.
God offers to every mind its choice between truth and repose. Take which you pleaseyou can never have both.
There is no chance and anarchy in the universe. All is system and gradation. Every god is there sitting in his sphere.
Don't trust man, great God, with more power than he has, until he has learned to use that little better
God said, I am tired of kings, I suffer them no more Up to my ear the morning brings The outrage of the poor.
Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and rustle of the corn.
God enters a private door into every individual.
Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him, because he did not need it. We solicitously and apologetically caress and celebrate him, because he held on his way and scorned ourdisapprobation. The gods loved him because men hated him.
'Tis the old secret of the gods that they come in low disguises.
The highest revelation is that God is in every man.
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