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It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than read more
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
In all things it is better to hope than to despair
In all things it is better to hope than to despair
Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of
seeing God "without holiness," or of having read more
Despair of ever being saved, "except thou be born again," or of
seeing God "without holiness," or of having part in Christ except
thou "love him above father, mother, or thy own life." This kind
of despair is one of the first steps to heaven.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Night was our friend, our leader was Despair.
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, read more
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go read more
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go sighing round,
"What love can ever cure this wound?"
My days go on, my days go on.
. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world read more
. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.