The anguish of the neurotic individual is the same as that of the saint. The neurotic, the saint are engaged in the same battle. T...heir blood flows from similar wounds. But the first one gasps and the other one gives.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This is the fundamental idea of culture, insofar as it sets but one task for each of us: to further the production of the philosop...her, of the artist, and of the saint within us and outside us, and thereby to work at the consummation of nature.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For these Canadian houses have no front door, properly speaking. Every part is for the use of the occupant exclusively, and no par...t has reference to the traveler or to travel. Every New England house, on the contrary, has a front and principal door opening to the great world, though it may be on the cold side, for it stands on the highway of nations, and the road which runs by it comes from the Old World and goes to the far West; but the Canadian's door opens into his backyard and farm alone, and the road which runs behind his house leads only from the church of one saint to that of another.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The virtues of society are vices of the saint. The terror of reform is the discovery that we must cast away our virtues, or what w...e have always esteemed such, into the same pit that has consumed our grosser vices.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whether they knew or not, Goldsmith and Burke, Swift and the Bishop of Cloyne... All hated Whiggery; but what is Whiggery? A levelling, rancorous, rational sort of mind That never looked out of the eye of a saint Or out of drunkard's eye.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We should always be prepared so as never to err to believe that what I see as white is black, if the hierarchic Church defines it ...thus.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O my God, what must a soul be like when it is in this state! It longs to be all one tongue with which to praise the Lord. It utter...s a thousand pious follies, in a continuous endeavor to please Him who thus possesses it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet; Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.... There, wrapped in cloud of sorrow, pity move, And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It's impossible to represent a saint [in Art]. It becomes boring. Perhaps because he is, like the Saturday Evening Post people, in... the position of having almost infinitely free will.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »