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...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
A man's dying is more the survivors' affair than his own.
Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
Those who are prepared to die for any cause are seldom defeated.
Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after read more
Films and gramophone records, music, books and buildings show clearly how vigorously a man's life and work go on after his "death," whether we feel it or not, whether we are aware of the individual names or not. There is no such thing as death according to our view!
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring read more
As the fly bangs against the window attempting freedom while the door stands open, so we bang against death ignoring heaven.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and read more
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs read more
When I die I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.
What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.
