James Anthony Froude Quotes

Once, Once For All, If You Would Save Your Heart From Breaking, Learn This Lesson Once For All You Must Cease, In This World, To Believe In The Eternity Of Any Creed Or Form At All. Whatever Grows In Time Is A Child Of Time, And Is Born And Lives, And Dies At Its Appointed Day Like Ourselves.

I Believe That Fallen Creatures Perish, Perish For Ever, For Only Good Can Live, And Good Has Not Been Theirs; But How Durst Men Forge Our Saviour's Words "eternal Death " Into So Horrible A Meaning? And Even If He Did Use Other Words, And Seem To Countenance Such A Meaning For Them (and What Witness Have We That He Did, Except That Of Men Whose Ignorance Or Prejudice Might Well Have Interpreted These Words Wrongly As They Did So Many Others?

Beautiful Is Old Age—beautiful As The Slow-dropping Mellow Autumn Of A Rich Glorious Summer. In The Old Man, Nature Has Fulfilled Her Work; She Loads Him With Blessings; She Fills Him With The Fruits Of A Well-spent Life; And, Surrounded By His Children And His Children's Children, She Rocks Him Softly Away To A Grave, To Which He Is Followed With Blessings. God Forbid We Should Not Call It Beautiful.

The Moral System Of The Universe Is Like A Document Written In Alternate Ciphers, Which Change From Line To Line.

There Are Epidemics Of Nobleness As Well As Epidemics Of Disease.

Instead Of Man To Love, We Have A Man-god To Worship . From Being The Example Of Devotion, He Is Its Object; The Religion Of Christ Ended With His Life , And Left Us Instead But The Christian Religion.

I Have Long Been Convinced That The Christian Eucharist Is But A Continuation Of The Eleusinian Mysteries. St Paul, In Using The Word Teleiois, Almost Confirms This.

I Have Nothing But Myself To Write About, No Facts, No Theories, No Opinions, No Adventures, No Sentiments, Nothing But My Own Poor Barren Individualism, Of Considerable Interest To Me, But I Do Not Know Why I Should Presume It Will Be So To You. Egotism Is Not Tiresome, Or It Ought Not To Be, If One Is Sincere About Oneself; But It Is So Hard To Be Sincere. Well, Never Mind, I Mean To Be, And You Know Me Well Enough To See Through Me When I Am Humbugging.

I Cut A Hole In My Heart And Wrote With The Blood.

Look Not To Have Your Sepulchre Built In After Ages Hy The Same Foolish Hands Which Still Ever Destroy The Living Prophet. Small Honour For You If They Do Build It; And May Be They Never Will Build It.

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

For Me This World Was Neither So High Nor So Low As The Church Would Have It; Chequered Over With Its Wild Light Shadows, I Could Love It And All The Children Of It, More Dearly, Perhaps, Because It Was Not All Light.