Source: Their Eyes Were Watching God
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
“Oh, weep for the hour
When to Eveleen's bower
The lord of the valley with false vows came.”
Eveleen's Bower.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“There is no word or action but has its echo in Eternity.”
As quoted in Pythagoron: The Religious, Moral, and Ethical Teachings of Pythagoras (1947) by Hobart Huson, p. 99
Context: There is no word or action but has its echo in Eternity.
Thought is an Idea in transit, which when once released, never can be lured back, nor the spoken word recalled. Nor ever can the overt act be erased All that thou thinkest, sayest, or doest bears perpetual record of itself, enduring for Eternity.
Motto, Hyperion, book i.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
Source: Uncle Tom's Cabin (1852), Ch. 40 The Martyr
Spencer interview with Dinesh D'Souza for the documentary Death of a Nation: Can We Save America a Second Time?
The Golden Violet - title poem - The First Day
The Golden Violet (1827)
The Glass Bead Game (1943)
Context: It is a pity that you students aren't fully aware of the luxury and abundance in which you live. But I was exactly the same when I was still a student. We study and work, don't waste much time, and think we may rightly call ourselves industrious — but we are scarcely conscious of all we could do, all that we might make of our freedom. Then we suddenly receive a call from the hierarchy, we are needed, are given a teaching assignment, a mission, a post, and from then on move up to a higher one, and unexpectedly find ourselves caught in a network of duties that tightens the more we try to move inside it. All the tasks are in themselves small, but each one has to be carried out at its proper hour, and the day has far more tasks than hours. That is well; one would not want it to be different. But if we ever think, between classroom, archives, secretariat, consulting room, meetings, and official journeys — if we ever think of the freedom we possessed and have lost, the freedom for self-chosen tasks, for unlimited, far-flung studies, we may well feel the greatest yearning for those days, and imagine that if we ever had such freedom again we would fully enjoy its pleasures and potentialities.
