Life and Existence

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

The age of chivalry is gone.—That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.

The age of chivalry is gone.—That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.

Custom reconciles us to everything.

A state without the means of some change is without the means of its conservation.

No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear.

Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.

So he passed over, and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

So he passed over, and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

I am going to my Fathers, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who will now be my rewarder.

I am going to my Fathers, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who will now be my rewarder.

Then I saw that there was a way to Hell, even from the gates of heaven.

A foul Fiend coming over the field to meet him; his name is Apollyon.

Down into the valley of Humiliation.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world.

I’ll die young, but it’s like kissing God.

When it was written, God and Robert

There’s a great text in Galatians,

Grow old along with me!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,

Oh, the little more, and how much it is!

When earth breaks up and heaven expands,

When earth breaks up and heaven expands,