Dance then wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the Dance, said he,... And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be And I'll lead you all in the dance, said he.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Most glorious Lord of life! that, on this day, Didst make thy triumph over death and sin;... And, having harrowed hell, didst bring away Captivity thence captive, us to win:LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lor...d of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"Child, why do you waste your time... on childish things alone?" "Clothe yourself in anger." "Take courage, and cast off this honesty toward your lover." When her girlfriends gave her such advice, she answered, her face frightened, "Speak softly. The lord of my breath is still in my heart. No doubt he'll hear you."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Every man is born an Aristotelian or a Platonist. I do not think it possible that anyone born an Aristotelian can become a Platoni...st; and I am sure that no born Platonist can ever change into an Aristotelian. They are two classes of man, beside which it is next to impossible to conceive a third. The one considers reason a quality or attribute; the other considers it a power.... Aristotle was, and still is, the sovereign lord of the understanding--the faculty judging by the senses. He was a conceptualist, and never could raise himself into that higher state, which was natural to Plato, and has been so to others, in which the understanding is distinctly contemplated, and, as it were, looked down upon from the throne of actual ideas, or living, inborn, essential truths.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute;... From the center all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the gospel of labour, ring it, ye bells of the kirk! The Lord of Love came down from above, to live with the men who ...work. This is the rose that He planted, here in the thorn-curst soil: Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »