I.B. George Quotes

Good souls many will one day be horrified at the things they now believe of God.

Thou art beautiful because God created thee, but thou art a slave to sin... wickedness has made you ugly.

The direst foe of courage is the fear itself, not the object of it; and the man who can overcome his own terror is a hero and more.

But when we are following the light, even its extinction is a guide.

There is an aching that is worse than any pain.

But I begin to think the chief difficulty in writing a book must be to keep out what does not belong to it.

Forgiveness is the giving and so the receiving of life. the latter may be an impulse of a moment of heat; whereas the former is a cold and deliberate choice of the heart.

There is no strength in unbelief. Even the unbelief of what is false is no source of might. It is the truth shining from behind that gives the strength to disbelieve.

I wondered over again for the hundredth time what could be the principle which, in the wildest, most lawless, fantastically chaotic, apparently capricious work of Nature, always kept it beautiful.

God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it.

The birds, the poets of the animal creation - what though they never get beyond the lyrical! - awoke to utter their own joy, and awake like joy in others of God's children.

I dare not say with Paul that I am the slave of Christ, but my highest aspiration and desire is to be the slave of Christ.

All haste implies weakness.

There is no inborn longing that shall not be fulfilled. I think that is as certain as the forgiveness of sins.

The region of the senses is the unbelieving part of the human soul.

Affliction is but the shadow of God's wing.

Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon.

Ah, what is it we send up thither, where our thoughts are either a dissonance or a sweetness and a grace?

And so all growth that is not towards God Is growing to decay.

Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.

The poor despise labor when performed by slaves.

The augmentation of slaves weakens the states; and such a trade is diabolical in itself, and disgraceful to mankind.

Who are the militia, if they be not the people, of this country...? I ask who are the militia? They consist now of the whole people, except a few public officers.

I begin to grow heartily tired of the etiquette and nonsense so fashionable in this city.

I wish I knew where to get a good one myself; for I find cold Sheets extreamly disagreeable.

The further you get from nature, the less happy you are; and the nearer, the more exultant you become over the world and all that there is in it.

It's what each of us sows, and how, that gives us character and prestige.

One of the sharp parallels is that neither Vietnam nor Iraq was the slightest threat to America's national security.

Empathy is born out of the old biblical injunction 'Love the neighbor as thyself.'

Politics is an act of faith; you have to show some kind of confidence in the intellectual and moral capacity of the public.

From secrecy and deception in high places, come home, America. From military spending so wasteful that it weakens our nation, come home, America.

I have a very deep concern about President Obama putting in another 21,000 troops into Afghanistan with the promise of more to come.

I hope I live long enough to see every hungry school child in the world being fed under the so-called McGovern-Dole program.

I didn't know a damned thing about mental illness and neither did anyone around me.

I did frequently refer to my war record in World War II, but not in any flamboyant way.

You know, sometimes, when they say you're ahead of your time, it's just a polite way of saying you have a real bad sense of timing.

The man or country that fights priestcraft and priests is to my mind striking deeper for freedom than can be struck anywhere.

As we to the brutes, poets are to us.

In tragic life, God wot, No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.

Heiresses are never jilted.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

A human act once set in motion flows on forever to the great account. Our deathlessness is in what we do, not in what we are.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

And if I drink oblivion of a day, / So shorten I the stature of my soul.

See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

That rarest gift to Beauty, Common Sense!

A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.

Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.

The man of science is nothing if not a poet gone wrong.

Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity.