A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but read more

The severe schools shall never laugh me out of the philosophy of
Hermes, that this visible world is but a picture of the
invisible, wherein as in a portrait, things are not truly, but in
equivocal shapes, and as they counterfeit some real substance in
that invisible fabric.

What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world.

What really interests me is whether God had any choice in the creation of the world.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.

The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.

'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better read more

'If the world had no feeling, then there would be no suffering.. - the world would be such a better place, but the price would be never feeling happiness. is that a too higher price to pay?'.

Physicists and astronomers see their own implications in the world being round, but to me it means that only one-third read more

Physicists and astronomers see their own implications in the world being round, but to me it means that only one-third of the world is asleep at any given time and the other two-thirds is up to something.

I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
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I have not loved the world, not the world me;
I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd
To its idolatries a patient knee.

This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.

This is the way the world ends ... Not with a bang but with a whimper.

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content read more

Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.