And if you are going to be so spiritual that you see no beauty in the flowers and hear no music in the song of the birds; if the life which you pass into when you consent to the crucifixion of self does not open to you the very gates of God, and make the singing of the birds and the blossoming of the flowers infinitely more beautiful, you have never seen Jesus yet.
* * * * * Thoughts on the Life and Character of Jesus of Nazareth.
I wish you all happiness, and I thank you for the many kind things you have said, for the good advice you have given me.
On the 10th, a great battle will be fought, which will begin at four of the clock in the afternoon, and last until nine at night, with great obstinacy, but no very decisive event.
Onistah's heart swelled with an emotion that was more than vanity.
Religion is the force that relates action to life.
So long as we remained in France his humour was like this, delicate and expansive, but an accidental allusion led us across the Channel when he changed.
Simpson, puzzled, amazed, and a little scared at last, had barely time to notice the position before it dissolved.
He rescued Fidelia, at the age of twelve, from the hands of Villard, a villain who wanted to abuse her, and taking her to his own home, fell in love with her, and in due time married her.
On the evening of the day when she was buried, a rich man went, not to Pilate, but to the cure of the place.
Gloom deepened and had no light to relieve it, men supped full of horrors--there was no slackening of the tension, no concession to overwrought nerves, no resting-place for the overwrought soul.
'John, would you mind staying a few moments with me?'
The nature of a privilege (said he) is exclusiveness, that of a principle is communicative.
It must have been her hand that had struck down the old man, yet she had made no effort to release Turan from his prison.
I have not said a word of that kind.
No literary man was ever more loved and honored by a rare circle of friends; and all who knew him bear witness to the simplicity and goodness which any reader may find for himself between the lines of his essays.
But if thou wouldst be seen, as well as read, Copy one living author, and one dead: The standard of thy style let Etherege be; For wit, the immortal spring of Wycherly: Learn, after both, to draw some just design, 30 And the next age will learn to copy thine.
Poor M. Brayer and M. Gourlade had been during almost the whole campaign in the most pitiable condition, especially the former, who I thought a thousand times must have died.
Those who shall live when we are dead may tell their children, perhaps, how, out of anguish and darkness such as the world seldom has borne, the enduring morning evolved of the true world and the true man.