The Greater Glory: A Story of High LifeR. Bentley, 1894 - 470 pages |
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Page 466 - All flesh is grass, and the glory of man is as the flower of the field." Fresh and verdant in the morning, it adorns the meadow : the sight is gladdened at its beauty, and it sheds sweet perfumes around. " In the evening it is cut down and withered!" Its glory is departed ; and it tells us that a few hours must suffice for earthly enjoyments.
Page 128 - Religion is a very expensive item," he muttered to himself, " and supposing — supposing — it were none of it true in the end ! " You who laugh in your souls at reading of this man's thinkings, has the littleness of your life so dried up the tears within you that you have none left to weep over its majesty struck down in the dust? O God, all-loving, allwise, all-terrible, this then is Thy service in the latter-day of Thy mercy, and we, Thy faithless, self-deceiving children, holding up our rags...