Edwin Arnold Quotes.
Sweetest smile is made saddest tear-drop!
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men’s hope.
Almond blossom, sent to teach us That the spring days soon will reach us.
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
Not a piece of architecture, as other buildings are, but the proud passions of an emperor’s love wrought in living stones.
There is no caste in blood.
Sleep – death without dying – living, but not life.
Don’t poets know it
Better than others?
God can’t be always everywhere: and, so,
Invented Mothers
Better than others?
God can’t be always everywhere: and, so,
Invented Mothers
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.
What good I see humbly I seek to do, And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
Yet who shall shut out Fate?
Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes his own prison.
One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.
Who doth right deeds Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
Pity and need Make all flesh kin. There in no caste in blood.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.
Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.
Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.
Wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each,
Even to the meanest; yea, a boon to all
Where pity is, for pity makes the world
Soft to the weak and noble for the strong.