Is Life Worth Living?

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S. Burns Weston, 1896 - Life - 63 pages

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Page 59 - These then are my last words to you: Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.
Page 24 - The Everlasting No had said : ' Behold, thou art fatherless, outcast, and the Universe is mine (the Devil's)'; to which my whole Me now made answer: '/ am not thine, but Free, and forever hate thee!
Page 25 - That not for all Thy power furled and unfurled, For all the temples to Thy glory built, Would I assume the ignominious guilt Of having made such men in such a world.
Page 57 - I confess that I do not see why the very existence of an invisible world may not in part depend on the personal response which any one of us may make to the religious appeal. God himself, in short, may draw vital strength and increase of very being from our fidelity. For my own part, I do not know what the sweat and blood and tragedy of this life mean, if they mean anything short of this.
Page 19 - I lived in a continual, indefinite, pining fear ; tremulous, pusillanimous, apprehensive of I knew not what : it seemed as if all things in the Heavens above and the Earth beneath would hurt me ; as if the Heavens and the Earth were but boundless jaws of a devouring monster, wherein I, palpitating, waited to be devoured.
Page 58 - ... fears. As through the cracks and crannies of caverns those waters exude from the earth's bosom which then form the fountain-heads of springs, so in these crepuscular depths of personality the sources of all our outer deeds and decisions take their rise. Here is our deepest organ of communication with the nature of things; and compared with these concrete movements of our soul all abstract statements and scientific arguments — the veto, for example, which the strict positivist pronounces upon...
Page 24 - Hast thou not a heart; canst thou not suffer whatsoever it be; and, as a Child of Freedom, though outcast, trample Tophet itself under thy feet, while it consumes thee? Let it come, then; I will meet it and defy it!
Page 6 - O Brothers of sad lives! they are so brief; A few short years must bring us all relief: Can we not bear these years of labouring breath? But if you would not this poor life fulfil, Lo, you are free to end it when you will, Without the fear of waking after death.
Page 8 - This chance was never offered me before; For me the infinite past is blank and dumb : This chance recurreth never, nevermore; Blank, blank for me the infinite To-come. And this sole chance was frustrate from my birth, A mockery, a delusion; and my breath Of noble human life upon this earth So racks me that I sigh for senseless death.
Page 3 - Wonderful to depart! Wonderful to be here! The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood ! To breathe the air, how delicious! To speak — to walk — to seize something by the hand ! To prepare for sleep, for bed, to look on my rose-color'd flesh!

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