Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, but it is a sin the corrupt or evil man never practices. He always has hope. He never reaches the freezing-point of knowing absolute failure. Only the man of goodwill carries always in his heart this capacity for damnation.
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Despair is the conclusion of fools.
Despair is the conclusion of fools.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
When we are flat on our backs there is no way to look but up.
The fact that God has prohibited despair gives misfortune the right to hope all things, and leaves hope free to read more
The fact that God has prohibited despair gives misfortune the right to hope all things, and leaves hope free to dare all things.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
Thus repuls'd, our final hope
Is flat despair.
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than read more
It is necessary to work, if not from inclination, at least from despair. Everything considered, work is less boring than amusing oneself.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but read more
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation ... A stereotyped but unconscious despair is concealed even under what are called the games and amusements of mankind.
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head read more
If thou dost slander her and torture me,
Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
On horror's head horrors accumulate;
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add
Greater than that.
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go read more
The world goes whispering to its own,
"This anguish pierces to the bone;"
And tender friends go sighing round,
"What love can ever cure this wound?"
My days go on, my days go on.
