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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.
In all things it is better to hope than to despair
In all things it is better to hope than to despair
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.
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim. It is, one is told, the unforgivable sin, read more
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.
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair
Never despair; but if you do, work on in despair
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in read more
Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.
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.
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim
Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead read more
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
