Mind, 8

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1901
 

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˹ 180 - Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not kill; and whosoever shall kill shall be in dang-er of the judgment: But I say unto you, That whosoever is angry with his brother without a cause, shall be in danger of the judgment...
˹ 180 - ALL that we are is the result of what we have thought : it is founded on our thoughts, it is made up of our thoughts. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him, as the wheel follows the foot of the ox that draws the carriage.
˹ 86 - Most true is it, as a wise man teaches us, that' Doubt of any sort cannot be removed except by Action.' On which ground, too, let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day. lay this other precept well to heart, which to me was of invaluable service: 'Do the Duty which lies nearest thee' which thou knowest to be a Duty!
˹ 82 - Behold, we know not anything ; I can but trust that good shall fall At last far off at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
˹ 231 - THE sun is bright, the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows. It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie.
˹ 28 - It cannot be better done ;" Sir Isaac Newton knows that he has worked out a problem or two that would have puzzled anybody else; only they do not expect their fellow-men therefore to fall down and worship them ; they have a curious undersense of powerlessness, feeling that the greatness is not in them, but through them ; that they could not do or be anything else than God made them. And they see something divine and God-made in every other man they meet, and are endlessly, foolishly, incredibly...
˹ 167 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
˹ 89 - My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work.
˹ 155 - He also gave him dominion over the fish of the sea, and the fowls of the air, and every living thing that moves upon the earth.
˹ 203 - God, and degraded by vice, should be told» " that if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature ; old things have passed away and all things have become new...

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