Follow thou thy choice.
God suffers not the pain of repentance, nor is He deceived in any matter, so that He would wish to correct that wherein He has erred. But as when a man repents of anything, he wishes to change what he has done; thus where you hear that God repents, look for an actual change. God does it differently from you, although He calls it by the name of repentance; for thou dost it, because you had erred; while He does it, because He avenges, or frees.
If thou trusteth to the book called the Scriptures, thou trusteth to the rotten staff of fables and falsehood.
I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.
Thou art moist and soft clay; thou must instantly be shaped by the glowing wheel. [Lat. , Udum et molle lutum es: nunc, nunc properandus et acri Fingendus sine fine rota. ]
Thou movest us to delight in praising Thee; for Thou hast formed us for Thyself, and our hearts are restless till they find rest in Thee.
If thou has a bundle of thorns in thy lot, there is no need to sit down on it.
Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.
But the Hebrew word, the word timshel—‘Thou mayest’— that gives a choice. It might be the most important word in the world. That says the way is open. That throws it right back on a man. For if ‘Thou mayest’—it is also true that ‘Thou mayest not.
A child's kiss Set on thy sighing lips shall make thee glad; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou renderest.
Thou frothy tickle-brained hedge-pig!
Thou Shalt Not is soon forgotten, but Once Upon a Time is forever.
Therefore, if at great things thou wouldst arrive, Get riches first, get wealth.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting.
Oh, Liberty! thou goddess heavenly bright! Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight! Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign, And smiling plenty leads thy wanton train.
Do good with what thou hast, or it will do thee no good.
Enough of dreams! No longer mock The burdened hearts of men! Not on the cloud, but on the rock Build thou thy faith again; O range no more the realms of air, Stoop to the glen-bound streams; Thy hope was all too like despair: Enough, enough of dreams.
Hope! thou nurse of young desire.
Lord, thou madest us for thyself, and we can find no rest till we find rest in thee.