Emotions and Feelings

Cowards die many times before their deaths;

But I am constant as the northern star,

Let’s carve him as a dish fit for the gods,

’Tis very like: he hath the falling sickness.

There’s a gude time coming.

So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

It is the secret sympathy,

The song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

Does it matter?—losing your sight? …

If I were fierce, and bald, and short of breath,

I hate victims who respect their executioners.

Hell is other people.

Hell is other people.

Human life begins on the far side of despair.

Human life begins on the far side of despair.

Man is a useless passion.

Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty.

The infliction of cruelty with a good conscience is a delight to moralists. That is why they invented Hell.

Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.

Only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built.

Only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.

To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization.