For there no yew nor cypress spread their glom But roses blossom'd each rustic tomb. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Where the Scriptures speak, we speak; where the Scriptures are silent, we are silent. — Thomas Campbell Bible Copy Share Image
Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away. — Thomas Campbell Beauty Copy Share Image
Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,Whose truths electrify the sage. — Thomas Campbell Heart Copy Share Image
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought… — Thomas Campbell Bears Copy Share Image
A man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Ye mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved a thousand years, The battle and the breeze! — Thomas Campbell Battle Copy Share Image
“an immense digital computational capacity based upon binary reality cells that are the fundamental constituent of aware consciousness or mind.” — Thomas Campbell Brain Copy Share Image
The popularity of that baby-faced boy, who possessed not even the elements of a good actor, was a hallucination in the public… — Thomas Campbell Actors Copy Share Image
The only thing that is fundamental (real) is consciousness itself; all else is virtual- i.e., a result of an exchange of information… — Thomas Campbell Consciousness Copy Share Image
An original something, dear maid, you would wish me to write; but how shall I begin? For I'm sure I have not… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Without the smile from partial beauty won, O what were man? - a world without a sun. — Thomas Campbell Beauty Copy Share Image
Our land, the first garden of liberty's tree-- It has been, and shall be, the land of the free. — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art. — Thomas Campbell Arch Copy Share Image
Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All… — Thomas Campbell Copy Share Image
