
Letter to Edward Coles (25 August 1814)
1810s
1810s, Letter to Edward Coles (1814)
Letter to Edward Coles (25 August 1814)
1810s
The Canton, Ohio Speech, Anti-War Speech (1918)
“Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.”
Source: Macbeth, Act I, scene iii.
Quote reported in Josiah Hotchkiss Gilbert, Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 364.
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895)
Founding Address (1876)
Context: The moral improvement of the nations and their individual components has not kept pace with the march of intellect and the advance of industry. Before the assaults of criticism many ancient strongholds of faith have given way, and doubt is fast spreading even into circles where its expression is forbidden. Morality, long accustomed to the watchful tutelage of faith, finds this connection loosened or severed, while no new protector has arisen to champion her rights, no new instruments been created to enforce her lessons among the people. As a consequence we behold a general laxness in regard to obligations the most sacred and dear. An anxious unrest, a fierce craving desire for gain has taken possession of the commercial world, and in instances no longer rare the most precious and permanent goods of human life have been madly sacrificed in the interests of momentary enrichment.
The Gold at the Starbow’s End (p. 349)
Platinum Pohl (2005)
“Buttercups and Daisies—
Oh, the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the spring time,
To tell of sunny hours.”
"Buttercups and Daisies," http://books.google.com/books?id=jrwkAAAAMAAJ&q=%22Buttercups+and+daisies+Oh+the+pretty+flowers+Coming+ere+the+Spring+time+To+tell+of+sunny+hours%22&pg=PA119#v=onepage The Christmas Library: Birds and flowers and other country things, Volume 1 http://books.google.com/books?id=ezkGfAEACAAJ&q=%22Buttercups+and+daisies+Oh+the+pretty+flowers+Coming+ere+the+Spring+time+To+tell+of+sunny+hours%22 (1837).
“Several victims were then sacrificed, and despite consistently unfavourable omens, he entered the House, deriding Spurinna as a false prophet. "The Ides of March have come," he said. "Yes, they have come," replied Spurinna, "but they have not yet gone."”
Dein pluribus hostiis caesis, cum litare non posset, introiit curiam spreta religione Spurinnamque irridens et ut falsum arguens, quod sine ulla sua noxa Idus Martiae adessent; quanquam is venisse quidem eas diceret, sed non praeterisse.
Source: The Twelve Caesars, Julius Caesar, Ch. 81
“Yup, believe it: I was born on March 28, yet my name is April.”
Source: Ten Things We Did
Heretics and Heresies (1874)
Context: By this time the whole world should know that the real Bible has not yet been written, but is being written, and that it will never be finished until the race begins its downward march, or ceases to exist.
The real Bible is not the work of inspired men, nor prophets, nor apostles, nor evangelists, nor of Christs. Every man who finds a fact, adds, as it were, a word to this great book. It is not attested by prophecy, by miracles or signs. It makes no appeal to faith, to ignorance, to credulity or fear. It has no punishment for unbelief, and no reward for hypocrisy. It appeals to man in the name of demonstration. It has nothing to conceal. It has no fear of being read, of being contradicted, of being investigated and understood. It does not pretend to be holy, or sacred; it simply claims to be true. It challenges the scrutiny of all, and implores every reader to verify every line for himself. It is incapable of being blasphemed. This book appeals to all the surroundings of man. Each thing that exists testifies of its perfection. The earth, with its heart of fire and crowns of snow; with its forests and plains, its rocks and seas; with its every wave and cloud; with its every leaf and bud and flower, confirms its every word, and the solemn stars, shining in the infinite abysses, are the eternal witnesses of its truth.