Maxioms by William Ellery Channing
Iron hand in a velvet glove.
Iron hand in a velvet glove.
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me,
If my bark sinks, 'tis to another sea.
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me,
If my bark sinks, 'tis to another sea.
Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.
Our faith comes in moments; our vice is habitual.
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, read more
The mind, in proportion as it is cut off from free communication with nature, with revelation, with God, with itself, loses its life, just as the body droops when debarred from the air and the cheering light from heaven.
Every man is a volume if you know how to read him.
Every man is a volume if you know how to read him.
