Life and Existence

Death lies on her like an untimely frost.

 

Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,

 

Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

I shall fall

 

I shall fall

 

I am afeard there are few die well that die in a battle; for how can they charitably dispose of any thing when blood is their argument?

 

He’s in Arthur’s bosom, if ever man went to

 

Now all the youth of England are on fire,

 

Consideration like an angel came,

 

But there are moments which he calls his own,

 

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

 

Often when I pray I wonder if I am not posting letters to a non-existent address.

 

We have trained them [men] to think of the Future as a promised land which favoured heroes attain—not as something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

 

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

 

The dead don’t die. They look on and help.

 

The dead don’t die. They look on and help.

 

Now it is autumn and the falling fruit

 

If we find the answer to that [why it is that we and the universe exist], it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason—for then we would know the mind of God.

 

If we find the answer to that [why it is that we and the universe exist], it would be the ultimate triumph of human reason—for then we would know the mind of God.

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace!

 

Praised be You, my Lord, with all your creatures,

 

Only connect! … Only connect the prose and the passion.