Quotes
Quotes about Christ
Love your enemy, bless your haters, said the Greatest of the great;
Christian love among the Churches looked the twin of heathen hate.
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill.
Little care we;
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany Tree.
The sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven
By man is cursed alway.
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Ante-room of Hell.
He could see naught but vanity in beauty
And naught but weakness in a fond caress
And pitied men whose views of Christian duty
Allowed indulgence in such foolishness.
We kind o' thought Christ went agin war an' pillage.
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me;
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free.
Ah! what if some unshamed iconoclast
Crumbling old fetish raiments of the past,
Rises from dead cerements the Christ at last?
What if men take to following where He leads,
Weary of mumbling Athanasian creeds?
Of Christian souls more have been wrecked on shore
Than ever were lost at sea.
He were n't no saint--but at jedgment
I'd run my chance with Jim.
'Longside of some pious gentlemen
That would n't shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing--
And went for it thar and then;
And Christ ain't a-going to be too hard
On a man that died for men.
A local thing called Christianity.
See how these Christians love one another.
You are Christians of the best edition, all picked and culled.
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Fiend-like is it to dwell therein;
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
The richest monarch in the Christian world;
The sun in my own dominions never sets.
Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.
To live is Christ, and to die is gain.
You have to learn to be alone â no sex, not even any books. All youâll have is language, the great conserver, and poetry, the great isolate shaper. Stock your minds with language, for Christâs sake. Learn how to write whatâs memorable. No, not write â compose in your head.
And yet he was supposed to start thinking of death. It was the leaving of things unfinished that was so intolerable. It was all very well for Jesus Christ, not himself a writer though no mean orator, to talk about not thinking of the morrow. If youâd started a long poem you had to think of the bloody morrow.
Strange Christmas gift, recovery of a father.
We have all come to feel a powerful and desperate guilt since the revelations of Belson and the blasting of Hiroshima: there are few of us now, Christian or not, who would reject the doctrine of original sin
He's a better man than most of the Christians I know. But our view of him isn't necessarily the Almighty's
There's nothing wrong with dying spectacularly. Christ did it.
Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
