Our existence seesaws between animality and divinity, between that which is more and that which is less than humanity.
The essential truth... is that man is under absolute mandate to express divinity in his own life and his whole nature.
Christianity teaches that the human soul is directly related to God. Such immediacy is the hallmark of the Divinity of the soul and the center of our freedom.
Divinity finds its image in human and social constructs. The way we think about god ultimately will be the way we think about ourselves and our institutions.
The human soul, in so far as science can penetrate, is the last chapter of cosmic history as far as it has been written. It is in the soul that Divinity resides.
A poet participates in the eternal, the infinite, and the one… defeats the curse which binds us… redeems from decay the visitations of the divinity in man.
The greatest thing that we can do is to see the divinity in every face, in every form.
If you have anything really valuable to contribute to the world it will come through the expression of your own personality - that single spark of divinity that sets you apart and makes you different from every other living creature.
Conscience is an oracle of the Divinity.
Our humanity were a poor thing but for the divinity that stirs within us.
So far as thinking is concerned, surely original thinking is the divinest thing... We check and repress the divinity that stirs within us, to fall down and worship the divinity that is dead without us.
A man's character is his guardian divinity.
Men do not attract that which they want, but that which they are... The “divinity that shapes our ends” is in ourselves, it is our very self. Man is manacled only by himself: thought and action are the jailers of Fate - they imprison, being base; they are also the angels of Freedom - they liberate, being noble. Not what a man wishes and prays for does a man get, but what he justly earns.
Reason is our soul’s left hand, faith her right; by these we reach divinity.
When we withdraw from human intercourse into solitude, we are more peculiarly committed in the presence of the divinity; yet some men retire into solitude to devise or perpetrate crimes. This is like a man going to meet and brave a lion in his own gloomy desert, in the very precincts of his dread abode.
‘Tis the divinity that stirs within us; ‘tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.
This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, of falling into nought? Why shrinks the soul back on herself, and startles at destruction. ‘Tis the divinity that stirs within us; ‘tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.
There are great depths and obscurities, greater intricacies and perplexities, in an elaborate and well-written piece of nonsense, than in the most abstruse and profound tract of school divinity.
'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'tis heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
`Tis the divinity that stirs within us; `tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man. Eternity! Thou pleasing, dreadful thought!