There are but three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the warrior and the poet. To know, to kill and to create. The rest of mankind may be taxed and drudged, they are born for the stable, that is to say, to practise what they call professions.
In all modern history, interference with science in the supposed interest of religion, no matter how conscientious such interference may have been, has resulted in the direst evils both to religion and to science, and invariably; and, on the other hand, all untrammelled scientific investigation, no matter how dangerous to religion some of its stages may have seemed for the time to be, has invariably resulted in the highest good both of religion and of science.
Raising kids may be a thankless job with ridiculous hours, but at least the pay sucks.
It may be said that poems are in one way like icebergs: only about a third of their bulk appears above the surface of the page.
Spirit, God, gathers unformed thoughts into their proper channels, and unfolds these thoughts, even as He opens the petals of a holy purpose in order that the purpose may appear.
I may not get a hit, but you'll see me playing hard. You see my outs, they will be quality outs.
I may be a chauvinist pig of some sort, but I'm no rapist.
In theory it may seem all right to some, but when it comes to being made the instrument of the Lord's vengeance, I myself don't like it.
Shakespeare's fault is not the greatest into which a poet may fall. It merely indicates a deficiency of taste.
In a mouse we admire God's creation and craft work. The same may be said about flies.
Corporations, being only human, make mistakes. Sometimes you may end up working for one of those mistakes.
A virtuous and industrious people may be cheaply governed.
An amateur may not be an artist, though an artist should be an amateur.
When you decide to like something, I mean, you may feel you're sort of innocently putting out your preferences, but actually you're delivering something of enormous value, which is indicating that, you know, you'd essentially like to be advertised to by this company.
Let's plunge ourselves into the roar of time, the whirl of accident; may pain and pleasure, success and failure, shift as they will -- it's only action that can make a man.
The form of godliness may exist with secret and with open wickedness, but the power of godliness cannot.
. . . we may remember what the Romansthought a cultivated person ought to be: one who knows how to choose his company among men, among things, among thoughts, in the present as well as in the past.
I may think that hornets do not have an ideal social organization. But I know better than to poke their nest.
You must be oh-so smart, or oh-so pleasant. For years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. . . and you may quote me.
I believe, as Lenin said, that this revolutionary chaos may yet crystallize into new forms of life.