Richard Chenevix Trench (Richard Trench until 1873; 9 September 1807 – 28 March 1886) was an Anglican archbishop and poet.
For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of love.
The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the unfolding of this one.
Language is the close-fitting dress of thought.
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved.
We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others — that we are not always strong, That we are ever overborne with care, That we should ever weak or heartless be, Anxious or troubled, when with us is prayer, And joy and strength and courage are with Thee?
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning flashes of genius, which, unless thus fixed and arrested, might have been as bright, but would have also been as quickly passing and perishing, as the lightning.
Not all who seem to fail have failed indeed,Not all who fail have therefor worked in vain. There is no failure for the good and brave.
The best is oftentimes the enemy of the good; and many a good book has remained unwritten. . . because there floated before the mind's eye the ideal of a better or a best.
There is hardly a mistake which in the course of our lives we have committed, but some proverb, had we known and attended to its lesson, might have saved us from it.
The present is only intelligible in the light of the past.
If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are; If, never leaving Thee, we have no need Our wandering spirits back again to lead Into Thy presence, but continued there Like angels standing on the highest stair Of the Sapphire Throne: this were to pray indeed!
None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill it.
Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth.
Prayer is not getting man's will done in heaven, but getting God's will done on earth. It is not overcoming God's reluctance but laying hold of God's willingness.
Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason.
All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone Sweet music, as our wisest Poet spake, Because in us keen longings they awake.
Speak but little and well, if you would be esteemed as a man of merit.