Richard Watson Quotes

My name may have buoyancy enough to float upon the sea of time.

Faith is the vital artery of the soul. When we begin to believe, we begin to love. Faith grafts the soul into Christ, as the scion into the stock, and fetches all its nutriment from the blessed Vine.

Better than honor and glory, and History's iron pen, Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.

In the embers shining bright A garden grows for thy delight, With roses yellow, red, and white. But, O my child, beware, beware! Touch not the roses growing there, For every rose a thorn doth bear.

All things therefore are charged with love, are charged with God and if we knew how to touch them give off sparks and take fire, yield drops and flow, ring and tell of him.

Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes.

We lean on Faith; and some less wise have cried, "Behold the butterfly, the see that's cast!" Vain hopes that fall like flowers before the blast! What man can look on Death unterrified?

I am the spirit of the morning sea, I am the awakening and the glad surprise.

I am the laughter of the new-born child On whose soft-breathing sleep an angel smiled.

Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is born.

Knights of the spirit; warriors in the cause Of justice absolute 'twixt man and man.

Faith is seated in the understanding as well as in the will. It has an eye to see Christ as well as a wing to fly to Christ.

The weakest believer is a member of Christ as well as the strongest; and the weakest member of the body mystically shall not perish. Christ will cut off rotten members, but not weak members.

Since ancient Time began, Ever on some great soul God laid an infinite burden-- The weight of all this world, the hopes of man, Conflict and pain, and fame immortal are his guerdon.

Give me a theme," the little poet cried, "And I will do my part," "'Tis not a theme you need," the world replied; "You need a heart.

A man not perfect, but of heart so high, of such heroic rage, That even his hopes became a part of earth's eternal heritage.