Life and Existence

Soldiers! When it is announced that a respected and beloved leader has died for our freedom in the course of a battle, do not grieve, do not lose hope! Observe that anyone who dies for his country is a fortunate man, but death takes what it wants, indiscriminately, in peacetime as well as in war. It is better to die with freedom than without it.

 

Preach the gospel all the time—if necessary, use words.

 

I am known in parts of the world by people who have never heard of Jesus Christ.

 

Proud and insolent youth, prepare to meet thy doom.

 

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

 

I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

 

He watched, stunned, and while he was watching, Rick died. He could tell when it happened. There was a difference.

 

An old author is constantly rediscovering himself in the more or less fossilized productions of his earlier years.

An old author is constantly rediscovering himself in the more or less fossilized productions of his earlier years.

Men are idolaters, and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you don’t make it of wood, you must make it of words.

[I]t is never possible for a novelist to deny time inside the fabric of his novel: he must cling, however lightly, to the thread of his story, he must touch the interminable tapeworm, otherwise he becomes unintelligible, which, in his case, is a blunder.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.

To rest upon a formula is a slumber that, prolonged, means death.

Time and space are fragments of the infinite for the use of finite creatures.

Earth reserves no blessing / For the unblessed of Heaven!

If your life at night is good, you think you have / Everything; but, if in that quarter things go wrong, / You will consider your best and truest interests /

The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.

The great end of being is to harmonize man with the order of things, and the church has been a good pitch-pipe, and may be so still.

Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend.

Hardship is vanishing, but so is style, and the two are more closely connected than the present generation supposes.

A thousand things advance; nine hundred and ninety-nine retreat: that is progress.

In a crowd, on a journey at a banquet even, a line of thought can itself provide its own seclusion.

I had rather ride on an ass that carries me than a horse that throws me.

Poetry is the plough that turns up time in such a Way that the abyssal strata of time, its black earth, appear on the surface.