We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste. — 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good for my book, I do not doubt that many a good book has remained unwritten, or, perhaps, being written, has remained unpublished, because there floated before the mind's eye of the author, or possible author, the ideal of a better or… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share
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
