If We Can Only See Ourselves

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Brutality to an animal is cruelty to mankind it is only the difference in the victim.
A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.
Words and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.
Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.
Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

 


Submitted: May 06, 2021

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