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As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
As a well spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go.
A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go.
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things read more
For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made... [Romans 1:20].
If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that read more
If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that most terrible of all goals entered human ambition. It was clear there'd be no end to what people would be made to suffer for it.
In man's life, the absence of an essential component usually leads to the adoption of a substitute. The substitute is read more
In man's life, the absence of an essential component usually leads to the adoption of a substitute. The substitute is usually embraced with vehemence and extremism, for we have to convince ourselves that what we took as second choice is the best there ever was. Thus blind faith is to a considerable extent a substitute for the lost faith in ourselves; insatiable desire a substitute for hope; accumulation a substitute for growth; fervent hustling a substitute for purposeful action; and pride a substitute for an unattainable self-respect.
If one age believes too much it is natural that another believes too little.
If one age believes too much it is natural that another believes too little.
It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death.
It is good to die before one has done anything deserving death.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art; to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
