All Quotes By Tag: Poetry
“In 1881, being on a visit to Boston, my wife and I found ourselves in the Parker House with the Ingersoll’s, and went over to Charleston to hear him lecture. His subject was ‘Some Mistakes of Moses,’ and it was a memorable experience. Our lost leaders, — Emerson, Thoreau, Theodore Parker, — who had really spoken to disciples rather than to the nation, seemed to have contributed something to form this organ by which their voice could reach the people. Every variety of power was in this orator, — logic and poetry, humor and imagination, simplicity and dramatic art, moral and boundless sympathy. The wonderful power which Washington’s Attorney-general, Edmund Randolph, ascribed to Thomas Paine of insinuating his ideas equally into learned and unlearned had passed from Paine’s pen to Ingersoll’s tongue. The effect on the people was indescribable. The large theatre was crowded from pit to dome. The people were carried from plaudits of his argument to loud laughter at his humorous sentences, and his flexible voice carried the sympathies of the assembly with it, at times moving them to tears by his pathos.{Conway’s thoughts on the great Robert Ingersoll}”
“THREE BASIC TRUTHSThree things have a limited threshold: Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge –Are boundless.Three things are needed For humanity to co-exist:Truth, peace and basic needs.Everything else -Is irrelevant.”
“Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth.”
“What seems real one moment is fiction the nextand gone out of existence the moment after that.Nostalgia is the greatest enemy of truth,and change our only constancy.”
“CHORUSMany are the shapes of things divine.Many are the unexpected acts of gods.What we imagined did not come to pass –God found a wayto be surprising.That’s how this went.”
“Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art—a euphemism—tamed wilderness.”
“Spring and Fall: To a Young ChildMárgarét, are you gríevingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves, líke the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you wíll weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same.Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressedWhat heart heard of, ghost guessed:It ís the blight man was born for,It is Margaret you mourn for.”
“In search of Truth the hopeful zealot goes,But all the sadder tums, the more he knows!”
“Received much knowledge throughout the yearSermons are absorbed pulpit to earSituations test your walkTribulations make you talkApply wisdom to all you hold dear- A portion of ‘Applications”
“Being a writer makes you immortal.”
“Chainschains that hold me to the groundchains that keep me solidly boundchains that tether my heart to youchains that only one truth…”
“Mathematics and poetry are the two ways to drink the beauty of truth.”
“Never Judge Another Person’s Journey!”
“Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a kind of carpenter from some square-type place like Galilee and he starts wailing and claiming he is hep to who made heaven and earth and that the cat who really laid it on us is his Dad”
“VI. Wisdom: The Voice of GodNinety percent of what’s wrong with youcould be cured with a hot bath,says God through the manhole covers,but you want magic, to winthe lottery you never bought a ticket for.(Tenderly, the monks chant,embrace the suffering.) The voice neverpanders, offers no five-year plan,no long-term solution, no edicts from a cloudywhite beard hooked over ears.It is small and fond and local. Don’t look foryour initials in the geese honkingoverhead or to see through the glass evendarkly. It says the most obvious shit,i.e. Put down that gun, you need a sandwich.”
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