Life and Existence

Señor, señor, do you know where we’re headin’?

How many roads must a man walk down

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

He needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature: he looked inwards, and found her there.

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power;

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power;

Happy the man, and happy he alone,

The trumpet shall be heard on high,

From harmony, from heavenly harmony

All human things are subject to decay,

All human things are subject to decay,

‘That was the curious incident,’ remarked Sherlock Holmes.

You see, but you do not observe.

A man should keep his little brain attic stocked with all the furniture that he is likely to use, and the rest he can put away in the lumber room of his library, where he can get it if he wants it.

Every tone [of the songs of the slaves] was a testimony against slavery, and a prayer to God for deliverance from chains.

I throw myself down in my Chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

I throw myself down in my Chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.

Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.

No man is an Island, entire of it self.

Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,

Busy old fool, unruly sun,

I long to talk with some old lover’s ghost,