I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, thou livest forever
immortality
There is something Pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
doubt pagan religion
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.
mystery
It was one of the deadliest and heaviest feelings of my life to feel that I was no longer a boy. From that moment I began to grow old in my own esteem and in my esteem age is not estimable.
age feelings
To fly from, need not be to hate, makind: All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain.
solitude
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
death sleep
Lou Gehrig Delivers Farewell to Baseball Address at Yankee Stadium
adversity
Adversity is the first path to truth.
In the works of Lucretius, we find two reasons why we shouldn???t worry about death. If you have had a successful life, Lucretius tell us, there???s no reason to mind its end. And, if you haven???t had a good time, ???Why do you seek to add more years, which woul
death
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
poetry
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Yes, Love indeed is light from heaven A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Allah given To lift from earth our low desire.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then.
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably at thirty-one so few years months days hours or minutes remain that 'Carpe Diem' is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow
For what were all these country patriots born To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.