Thomas Campbell Quotes

To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

the soul of conversation is sympathy

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

To live in the hearts of others is not to die

Your belief systems limit your reality to a sub-set of the solution space that does not contain the answer.

The smaller your reality, the more convinced you are that you know everything.

A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.

Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

The being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not limited by words -- nor does it have the specificity of words and thus cannot be broken onto parts that can be manipulated or analyzed by the intellect. It must be swallowed, whole not parsed, sorted and justified.

An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not original in me, Excepting Original Sin.

It's not about the body; you are consciousness. That's what you are. Your consciousness is already out of your body. You don't need to get out of your body, you just need to get into your consciousness.

Our purpose is to grow up and become love

Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free.

How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying!

The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public mind, and a disgrace to our theatrical history.

His faithful dog salutes the smiling guest.

Coming events cast their shadows before.

Fundamental assumptions in general and scientific assumptions in particular are so hard to overturn because they are based on belief. Beliefs are so hard to overcome because they are irrational and therefore do not yield to logical argument.

Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain waves, Her home is on the deep.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

He scorn'd his own, who felt another's woe.

The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information within consciousness.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Truth ever lovely - since the world began, The foe of tyrants, and the friend of man.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent.

United States, your banner wears Two emblems--one of fame; Alas! the other that it bears Reminds us of your shame. Your banner's constellation types White freedom with its stars, But what's the meaning of the stripes? They mean your negroes' scars.

Love's a fire that needs renewal Of fresh beauty for its fuel.

Tomorrow let us do or die!

O leave this barren spot to me! Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree.

But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb.

The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry!

Without the smile from partial beauty won, O what were man? - a world without a sun.

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind!

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

Men of England! who inheritRights that cost your sires their blood.

Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.

Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.

The prophet's mantle, ere his flight began, Dropt on the world--a sacred gift to man.

Who hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.

O star-eyed Science, hast thou wander'd there, To waft us home the message of despair?

A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.