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Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
Our life's a flying shadow, God the pole,
The needle pointing to Him is our soul.
The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with read more
The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that's true of everyone, don't you?
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other read more
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.
God in making man intended by him to reduce all His Works back
again to Himself.
God in making man intended by him to reduce all His Works back
again to Himself.
Nor ease nor peace that heart can know,
That like the needle true,
Turns at the touch read more
Nor ease nor peace that heart can know,
That like the needle true,
Turns at the touch of joy or woe;
But turning, trembles too.
Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and read more
Lay ye down the golden chain
From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links
Both Goddesses and Gods.
Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were read more
Spontaneously to God should turn the soul,
Like the magnetic needle to the pole;
But what were that intrinsic virtue worth,
Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge,
Fresh from St. Andrew's College,
Should nail the conscious needle to the north?
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made read more
O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self.
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.
