Lord, what wilt Thou have me to do?
The things of God are of great import; and time, and experience,and careful, and ponderous, and solemn thoughts can only find them out. Thy mind, oh man, if thou wilt lead a man unto salvation, must stretch as high as the utmost heavens, and search into and contemplate the darkest abyss, and the broad expanses of eternity; thou must commune with God!
Thou art a very ragged Wart.
Official morality has always been oppressive and negative: it has said "thou shalt not," and has not troubled to investigate the effect of activities not forbidden by the code.
Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.
When man of slender visits you Nothing on earth that one can do In well he’ll hide, or watery hole And he will eat your mortal soul so if thou seest the man so thin pray you don’t see him again for he is not from world we know he cometh from far down below on his bed of dirt from grave from his dank and silent cave he watches you yet has no sight he taketh you away at night
Thou seekest disciples? Then thou seekest ciphers.
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou soul, that art the eternity of thought, And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion.
If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness, It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement; But when thou prosprest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired, To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.
Know thy birth! For dost thou art, and shalt to dust return.
So long as one does not become simple like a child, one does not get divine illumination. Forget all the worldly knowledge that thou hast acquired and become as a child, and then will thou get the divine wisdom.
It is thy duty often times to do what thou wouldst not; thy duty too, to leave undone that thou wouldst do.
Keep thou an open door between thy child's life and thine own.
Yes, child of suffering, thou may'st well be sure He who ordained the Sabbath loves the poor!
Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!
No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison: We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage: When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; And take upon's the mystery of things, As if we were God's spies: and we'll wear out, In a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones, That ebb and flow by the moon.
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find. "
Mistrust all men, and slay him whom thou mistrustest overmuch; and as for women, flee from them, for they are evil, and in the end will destroy thee.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
Grieve not because thou understand-not life's mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight.