"After the spiritual powers, there is no thing in the world more unconquerable than the spirit of nationality…. The spirit of nationality in Ireland will persist even though the mightiest of material powers be its neighbor."

"Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery."

"Boatman, come, thy fare receive; Thrice thy fare I gladly give, For unknown, unseen by thee, Spirits twain have crossed with me."

"There are times in the history of men and nations, when they stand so near the vail that separates mortals from the immortals, time from eternity, and men from their God, that they can almost hear the beatings, and feel the pulsations, of the heart of the Infinite."

"Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious instrument, the soul, And play the prelude of our fate."

"Millions of spiritual beings walk the earth unseen, Both when we wake, and when we sleep."

"It may be that at this moment every battlement of heaven is alive with the redeemed. There is a sainted mother watching for her daughter. Have you no response to that long hushed voice which has prayed for you so often? And for you, young man, are there no voices there that have prayed for you? And are there none whom you promised once to meet again, if not on earth, in heaven?"

"Do we not hear voices, gentle and great, and some of them like the voices of departed friends,— do we not hear them saying to us, "Come up hither?""

"Yes, thank God! there is rest — many an interval of saddest, sweetest rest — even here, when it seems as if evening breeze; from that other land, laden with fragrance, played upon the cheeks, and lulled the heart. There are times, even on the stormy sea, when a gentle whisper breathes softly as of heaven, and sends into the soul a dream of ecstasy which can never again wholly die, even amidst the jar and whirl of daily life. How such whispers make the blood stop and the flesh creep with a sense of mysterious communion! How singularly such moments are the epochs of life — the few points that stand out prominently in the recollection after the flood of years has buried all the rest, as all the low shore disappears, leaving only a few rock points visible at high tide."

"Scire, deos quoniam propius contingis, oportet."

"Atlas, we read in ancient song, Was so exceeding tall and strong, He bore the skies upon his back, Just as the pedler does his pack; But, as the pedler overpress'd Unloads upon a stall to rest, Or, when he can no longer stand, Desires a friend to lend a hand, So Atlas, lest the ponderous spheres Should sink, and fall about his ears, Got Hercules to bear the pile, That he might sit and rest awhile."

"Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh Half buried in the Eagle's down, Sole as a flying star, shot thro' the sky, Above the pillared town."

"Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclasped From off her shoulder backward borne; From one hand drooped a crocus: one hand grasped The mild bull's golden horn."

"Here comes to-day Pallas and Aphrodite, claiming each This meed of fairest."

"But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheeked In a shallop of crystal ivory-beaked."

"Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet; Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet."

"A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are light As e'en the silver on the cliff it shone; Of dark blue steel its columns azure height And the big altar was one agate stone. It seemed as if the air upheld alone Its dome, unless supporting spirits bore it, Studded with stars Odin's spangled throne, A light inscrutable burned fiercely o'er it; In sky-blue mantles, Sat the gold-crowned gods before it."

"Me goatfoot Pan of Arcady—the Median fear, The Athenian's friend, Miltiades placed here."

"Mundus est ingens deorum omnium templum."

"The arts of prophecy and of healing, which are part of the cosmos, come of the good providence of the gods."

"Of the Gods some are of the world, cosmic, and some above the world, hypercosmic. By the cosmic I mean those who make the cosmos. Of the hypercosmic Gods some create essence, some mind, and some soul."

"Or ask of yonder argent fields above Why Jove's satellites are less than Jove."

"Thamus … uttered with a loud voice his message, "The great Pan is dead.""

"Themistocles told the Adrians that he brought two gods with him, Persuasion and Force. They replied: "We also, have two gods on our side, Poverty and Despair.""

"Dum homo est infirmus, tunc deos, tunc hominem esse se meminit: invidet nemini, neminem miratur, neminem despicit, ac ne sermonibus quidem malignis aut attendit, aut alitur."

"Keep what goods the Gods provide you."

"Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus."

"Cui homini dii propitii sunt aliquid objiciunt lucri."

"Di nos quasi pilas homines habent."

"The Graces sought some holy ground, Whose sight should ever please; And in their search the soul they found Of Aristophanes."

"Jocos et Dii amant."

"The god we now behold with opened eyes, A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms; the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head."

"Vilia miretur vulgus; mihi flavus Apollo Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua."

"Expedit esse deos: et, ut expedit, esse putemus."

"To be a god First I must be a god-maker: We are what we create."

"Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a flea, and yet he will be making gods by dozens."

"Deus ex machina."

"No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy; A fiery archer making pain his joy. His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife, And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life."

"Apparet divom numen, sedesque quietæ; Quas neque concutiunt ventei, nec nubila nimbeis. Aspergunt, neque nix acri concreta pruina Cana cadens violat; semper sine nubibus æther Integer, et large diffuso lumine ridet."

"A boy of five years old serene and gay, Unpitying Hades hurried me away.Mbr<Yet weep not for Callimachus: if few The days I lived, few were my sorrows too."

"Estne Dei sedes nisi terra, et pontus, et aer, Et cœlum, et virtus? Superos quid quærimus ultra? Jupiter est, quodcunque vides, quodcunque moveris."

"Janus am I; oldest of potentates! Forward I look and backward and below I count—as god of avenues and gates— The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads and drift the fields with snow, I chase the wild-fowl from the frozen fen; My frosts congeal the rivers in their flow, My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men."

"Hoeder, the blind old god Whose feet are shod with silence."

"Le trident de Neptune est le sceptre du monde."

"High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals, Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful Hebé, Harmonié, and the daughter of Jove, Aphrodité, Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces."

"Nam pro jucundis aptissima quæque dabunt di, Carior est illis homo quam sibi."

"Of Pan we sing, the best of leaders Pan, That leads the Naiads and the Dryads forth; And to their dances more than Hermes can, Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth."

"I will obey the god rather than you, and as long as I draw breath and am able, I shall not cease to practice philosophy."

"And now I will try to defend myself against them: these new accusers must also have their affidavit read. What do they say? Something of this sort: — That Socrates is a doer of evil, and corrupter of the youth, and he does not believe in the gods of the state, and has other new divinities of his own."

"Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods? Draw near them in being merciful; Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge."