Miscellany - Preface to Modern Thinkers

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الصفحة 250 - Do unto others as you would that others should do unto you," applies to all who would help others to gain their liberty.
الصفحة 391 - Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud and the only answer is the echo of our wailing cry. From the voiceless lips of the unreplying dead there comes no word, but in the night of death, hope sees a star and listening love can hear the rustle of a wing.
الصفحة 391 - ... can hear the rustle of a wing. He who sleeps here, when dying, mistaking the approach of death for the return of health, whispered with his latest breath,
الصفحة 14 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz'd monster of ingratitudes : Those scraps are good deeds past ; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
الصفحة 400 - The larger and the nobler faith in all that is, and is to be, tells us that death, even at its worst, is only perfect rest. We know that through the common wants of life — the needs and duties of each hour — their grief will lessen day by day, until at last this grave will be to them a place of rest and peace — almost of joy. There is for them this consolation : The dead do not suffer. If they live again, their lives will surely be as good as ours. We have no fear. We are all children of the...
الصفحة 390 - ... lay down by the wayside, and, using his burden for a pillow, fell into that dreamless sleep that kisses down his eyelids still. While yet in love with life and raptured with the world he passed to silence and pathetic dust.
الصفحة 429 - What custom wills, in all things should we do't The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heaped For truth to over-peer.— CorManus.
الصفحة 390 - He added to the sum of human joy, and were everyone to whom he did some loving service to bring a blossom to his grave, he would sleep to-night beneath a wilderness of flowers "Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights.
الصفحة 389 - I am going to do that which the dead often promised he would do for me. The loved and loving brother, husband, father, friend, died where manhood's morning almost touches noon, and while the shadows still were falling towards the West.

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