John Locke

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
God's angels read more

Th' an'am an Dhia, but there it is--
The dawn on the hills of Ireland.
God's angels lifting the night's black veil
From the fair sweet face of my sireland!
O Ireland, isn't it grand, you look
Like a bride in her rich adornin',
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top of the morning.

The thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of read more

The thoughts that come often unsought, and, as it were, drop into the mind, are commonly the most valuable of any we have.

Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of
knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.

Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of
knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours.

The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.

The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.

A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths,
which his mind was capable read more

A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths,
which his mind was capable of knowing, and that with certainty.