Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Thomas CampbellA man who will not leave his room because he does not know how, or is afraid to open the door, is trapped just the same whether or not the door is locked.
Thomas CampbellWho hail thee, Man! the pilgrim of the day, spouse of the worm, and brother of the clay.
Thomas CampbellThe being level speaks the language of art, music, color shape and pattern directly -- a language that requires no words -- is not limited by words -- nor does it have the specificity of words and thus cannot be broken onto parts that can be manipulated or analyzed by the intellect. It must be swallowed, whole not parsed, sorted and justified.
Thomas Campbell