Life and Existence

A man’s dying is more the survivors’ affair than his own.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunderstorm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

True reconciliation does not consist in merely forgetting the past.

L’art est un anti-destin.

La chair est triste, hélas! et j’ai lu tous les livres.

If we must die, let it not be like hogs

Let me die a youngman’s death

Let me die a youngman’s death

Let us, then, be up and doing,

Lives of great men all remind us

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

Life is real! Life is earnest!

Life is real! Life is earnest!

Life is real! Life is earnest!

A boy’s will is the wind’s will

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

The holiest of all holidays are those

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;

New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.

Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bond-man’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said, ‘The judgements of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.’

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.