Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
For we must share, if we would keep, that blessing from above; ceasing to give, we cease to have; such is the law of… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
If we with earnest effort could succeed To make our life one long, connected prayer, As lives of some, perhaps, have been and are;… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
The sin of pride is the sin of sins; in which all subsequent sins are included, as in their germ; they are but the… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
Language is the amber in which a thousand precious and subtle thoughts have been safely embedded and preserved. It has arrested ten thousand lightning… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
Nothing is true but Love, nor aught of worth; Love is the incense which doth sweeten earth. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
Best friends might loathe us, if what things perverse we know of our own selves they also knew. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
All beautiful things bring sadness, nor alone Sweet music, as our wisest Poet spake, Because in us keen longings they awake. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
Prayer is not getting man's will done in heaven, but getting God's will done on earth. It is not overcoming God's reluctance but laying… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
As shadows attend substances, so words follow upon things. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
"The best is oftentimes the enemy of the good;" and without claiming for an instant that title of good for my book, I do… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
We speak of persons as jovial, as being born under the planet Jupiter or Jove, which was the joyfullest star and the happiest augury… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
Grammar is the logic of speech, even as logic is the grammar of reason. — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
None but God can satisfy the longings of an immortal soul; that as the heart was made for Him, so He only can fill… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
The love of our own language, what is it, in fact, but the love of our country expressing itself in one particular direction? — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
