To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
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One who rushes madly after inordinate desire, runs the risk of encountering destruction and death.
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The effect of having other interests beyond those domestic works well. The more one does and sees and feels, the read more
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A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of read more
A jade curtain of
willow fronds
parts world of
green earth
from that of blue pond
A grey curtain
of morning mist
separates turquoise waters
from blue sky
A more slender
veil is
at the portal
hiding the paradise
of the immortal.
...the mind is conscious, but conscious of nothing - I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope read more
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Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.
Death and taxes are both certain... but death isn't annual.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
God's finger touched him, and he slept.
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
Death always waits. The door of the hearse is never closed.
