Life and Existence

Everything flows and nothing stays.

Dieu me pardonnera, c’est son métier.

I am the family face;

The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything.

The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything.

Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go … Life is nothing. Life is all. It is the hand with which we hold off death. It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset.

Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go … Life is nothing. Life is all. It is the hand with which we hold off death. It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

What do we ever get nowadays from reading to equal the excitement and the revelation in those first fourteen years?

What do we ever get nowadays from reading to equal the excitement and the revelation in those first fourteen years?

He saw; but blasted with excess of light,

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth

Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth

Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

Can storied urn or animated bust

Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree’s shade,

In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;

I … chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well.

The doctor found, when she was dead,—

Man wants but little here below,

Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,