"Unlike all other founders of a religious faith, Christ had no selfishness, no desire of dominance; and His system, unlike all other systems of worship, was bloodless, boundlessly beneficent, and — most marvelous of all — went to break all bonds of body and soul, and to cast down every temporal and every spiritual tyranny."

"The barbarities and desperate outrages of the so-called Christian race, throughout every region of the world, and upon every people they have been able to subdue, are not to be paralleled by those of any other race, however fierce, however untaught, and however reckless of mercy and of shame in any age of the earth."

"Guide Thou my hand within that hand of Thine — Thy wounded hand! — until its tremblings take Strength from Thy touch."

"I saw the radiant Queen of Night Walking in brightness through the sky."

"From human eyes 'tis better to conceal Much that I suffer, much I hourly feel; But oh, this thought can tranquillise and heal, All, all is known to Thee."

"Nay, all by Thee is ordered, chosen, planned, Each drop that fills my daily cup, Thy hand Prescribes for ills none else can understand, All, all is known to Thee."

"Is life's evening long and dreary? Gone the treasures once possessed? Is thy spirit faint and weary? Dost thou long to be at rest? On this sweet promise fix thy sight: "At evening time it shall be light.""

"Lord! till I reach yon blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be, As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee."

"Renew my will from day to day! Blend it with Thine! and take away All that now makes it hard to say, "Thy will be done!""

"Blest is my lot, whate'er befall: What can disturb me, who appall, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour! I cling to Thee?"

"Just as I am — Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe— O Lamb of God, I come!"

"My God! is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening-star, As that which calls me to Thy feet,— The hour of prayer?"

"The natural cadence of our emotions are the driving force behind our poetic expressions."

"Swinburne gave the coup de grace to English rhyme."

"My three propositions to poetry are:"

"The history of English poetry in verse in the story of the exhaustion of the effects to be obtained from rhyme and meter of the exploitation of a mine in which the most lodes have at last given out."

"My own unryhmed cadences , and those of other writers are a reversion to the real English tradition of Cynewulf."

"The poet is always concerned with achieving a balance between the inner and the outer world;it is his business to hold in a single thought reality and justice."

"A good work of art reveals something that is in reality.A new metaphor,a new myth,a new type of character,all these reveal a feature of reality for which we previously had no name."

"There is a natural physiological tendency to pronounce in one breath successive groups of rhythmic feet, and the rhythmic content in the average length of breathing can only be called a verse."

"The point is that any piece of Impressionism, whether it be prose, verse or painting, or sculpture, is the record of the impression."

"Every speech is at once a language serving the purposes of will, expressing intimate desires and commands, and at same time expressing thoughts by a sequence of concepts."

"The poem, a harmonious flow of nuances, demands a musical rhythm, Vers libre."

"Prose will be used for the more objective branches of writing- novels, plays, essays..Cadence will be used for personal, emotional, lyrical utterances in which the phrasing goes with a stronger beat and the words live together with an intense flame."

"I have followed my ear and my heart, which may be false. I hope not."

"Like most inventors, Pound did not create out of the void. The "Image" he took from T.E. Hulme's table talk. The "ism" was suggested to him by the notes on contemporary French poetry which I wrote for Harold Monro's Poetry Review. The collacation of 'image' and 'ism' came to Pound after I had told him about Divoire's essays on stratégie littéraire."

"1914 showed the disaster which followed when hundreds of millions of people gave the old responses to the old stimuli. Soldiers, and later civilians, saw that 'Honour', 'Courage', 'Patriotism', as they understood them, led to cruelty, lying, and blood-lust on a scale so gigantic that the foundations of civilisation were threatened."

"There is only one art of writing, and that is the art of poetry..whether it is in the form of prose or in rhyme and meter or in rhymed cadence."

"The politician manufactures a language - a vocabulary and a rhetoric - which, if you accept it as wholly adequate, leads inevitably to the answers he wants and to the actions he wants. But the prior question is whether the language is adequate to the facts. And as the poet is concerned with making language do new work and finding out the implications of language, his answer is always : no ."

"Folly is built on pride, on pride and power, And power ends in weariness and duty: Even the hooded eagle cannot soar to heaven ."

"A church that exists in the midst of a non-Christian social order is liable to be influenced through assimilation or reaction by the false ideas of the age..The problem is to cast out the infection and to do this with proper humility.To stand aloof is no remedy,but a form of pride."

"Did you not think of burying them?" Walter snorted in a quite ordinary way."

"Walking about? With a hole in his forehead full of maggots" "Aye. It were like a damn fisherman's tub."

"Oh Walter en't been the same man, you know...slow, very slow since he came back."

"I expect eternal life, not as a reward of merit, but a pure act of bounty. Detesting myself in every view I can take, I fly to the righteousness and atonement of my great Redeemer for pardon and salvation; this is my only consolation and hope. "Enter not into judgment, O Lord, with Thy servant; for in Thy sight shall no flesh be justified.""

"Blessed God, pity the soul whose extremest horror is the doom of an eternal departure from Thee. Draw my spirit into the holiest and the nearest union with Thyself that is possible while it dwells in this flesh! And let me here commence that delightful residence and converse with God, which nor death, nor judgment shall ever destroy, nor shall a long eternity ever put a period to it."

"As the Creator and Preserver of men, Thou art gloriously manifest; butO! how much more gloriously art Thou revealed as reconciling ungrateful enemies to Thyself by the blood of Thy eternal Son. Here Thy beneficence displays its brightest splendor; here Thou dost fully display Thy most magnificent titles; THE LORD, THE LORD GOD, merciful and gracious, long-suffering and abundant in goodness. How unsearchable are Thy ways, and Thy paths past finding out!"

"I was born under an unlucky star. I love France and I am not French. I am English and I can't like England. My father was Scotch, my mother was born in Honolulu. My father, William Tarn, died at the age of forty in 1890. My real name is Pauline Tarn. I changed it to Renée Vivien."

"I'm not logical. I'm infected with the romantic fever. It began in my teens when I read Baudelaire in secret, in a country boarding school in England from which I slipped away by climbing over the wall. I was fifteen, the same age as Juliet--a Juliet for whom Romeo had no attraction."

"Men smell of leather. … The leather of huntsmen, furniture movers, porters."

"[Charles Brun] was so charming that I always write to him as "My dear Charlotte!""

"Just once in my life a man tried to embrace me. It was horrible! He had big boots, a heavy belt, huge gloves. Faugh! Oh, let's not talk about men."

"I have never committed the least matter to Him that I have not had reason for endless praise."

"The thief upon the cross and the beloved John were alike complete in Christ."

"The disciple whom Jesus loved leaned on His bosom. Dear friend, where are you?"

"Give me a baptism of glowing love, Thy power and presence wheresoe'er I rove; And my last prayer, all other prayers above — Oh, give to me More of Thyself, Lord Jesus: more of Thee!"

"Just in proportion as the soul is in fellowship with the Lord Jesus, in communion with His will, shall we trace His leadings, hear His voice, and understand in part."

"She makes me doubt my own sex."

"Before I knew the Lord, my love for children led me to desire to write for them and those who educated them, keenly feeling my own need of sympathy in childhood, and still smarting from the loveless surroundings of a delicate organisation and uncomprehended mind."

"Fellowship with Jesus lies not alone in pleasurable emotions; you must learn it in suffering and in service."