The Wheels of Justice turn slowly but exceedingly fine.
The public is a bad guesser.
There is first the literature of knowledge, and secondly, the literature of power. The function of the first is--to teach; the function of the second is--to move, the first is a rudder, the second an oar or a sail. The first speaks to the mere discursive understanding; the second speaks ultimately, it may happen, to the higher understanding or reason, but always through affections of pleasure and sympathy.
Under our present enormous accumulation of books, I do affirm that a most miserable distraction of choice must be very generally incident to the times; that the symptoms of it are in fact very prevalent, and that one of the chief symptoms is an enormous 'gluttonism' for books.
No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.
The science of style as an organ of thought, of style in relation to the ideas and feelings, might be called the organology of style.
Out of the ruined lodge and forgotten mansion, bowers that are trodden under foot, and pleasure-houses that are dust, the poet calls up a palingenesis.
The heart of a father is the masterpiece of nature.
Those of us who witness the degraded state of the environment and the suffering that comes with it cannot afford to be complacent. We continue to be restless. If we really carry the burden, we are driven to action. We cannot tire or give up. We owe it to the present and future generations of all species to rise up and walk!
The Irish tell the story of a man who arrives at the gates of heaven and asks to be let in St. Peter says, “Of course, just show us your scars. ” The man says, “I have no scars”. St. Peter says, “What a pity was there nothing worth fighting for”?
There is one voyage, the first, the last, the only one.