The Great Refusal: Being Letters of a Dreamer in Gotham
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The Great Refusal, Being Letters of a Dreamer in Gotham (Classic Reprint)
Paul Elmer More
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Page 66 - Dear child ! dear girl ! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine : Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year ; And worshipp'st at the temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.
Page 106 - And as many as walk according to this rule, peace be on them, and mercy, and upon the Israel of God. From henceforth let no man trouble me, for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.
Page 72 - Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore, And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.
Page 121 - Yet why evoke the spectres of black night To blot the sunshine of exultant years? Why disinter dead faith from mouldering hidden? Why break the seals of mute despair unbidden, And wail life's discords into careless ears? Because a cold rage seizes one at whiles To show the bitter old and wrinkled truth Stripped naked of all vesture that beguiles, False dreams, false hopes, false masks and modes of youth...
Page 96 - I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell ; And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered, "I myself am Heaven and Hell." LXVII. Heaven's but the Vision of fulfilled Desire, And Hell the Shadow of a soul on fire, Cast on the darkness into which ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.
Page 132 - And he who in times of ecstacy felt his spirit rapt into communion with this God was said to know Brahma. And as knowledge with the Hindus, and forsooth with all men of insight, is a manner of identification, and what we know, with that we are made one; so he who knew Brahma was said to be united with Brahma, to be Brahma. Surely we do not "know...
Page 76 - The Great Refusal; but a more reasonable conjecture seems to me that the lady in question, the daughter of a Presbyterian clergyman, was dubious of the success of a marriage to such a spiritual renegade as More. There are indications throughout the book that this is one of her reproaches to him: Reject me not as indifferent or shallow if I tell you that peace, if it come at all, must find me also in this last manner. Nay if you knew with what tumultuous strivings I have striven to find this summam...
Page 119 - Alone each mortal first draws breath, Alone goes down the way of death; Alone he tastes the bitter food Of evil deeds, alone the fruit of good.
Page 134 - Paramatman was raised into union with it ; and Brahma and Atman were but different names of the one Spirit. This conception of the inner and the outer Self, and their essential unity, is undoubtedly the ultimate achievement of thought. And this is clearly to be distinguished from a philosophy that would exalt the individual Ego of a man. For the Ego says within us, this is I! this is mine! and is but a fiction of the brain, rising and perishing with the body: but the Self is precisely that within...
Page 130 - ... The enigma of existence, of my existence, pressed upon me ; it seemed to me I must there and then solve the fatal problem or lose my heritage of being. The men of the street upon whom I looked out seemed in some way the cause of my mental torment. It was to satisfy their ideals that the dream-life of my soul must be roused into painful activity. Their factitious world of daily routine and sordid cares bound my spirit as in an iron chain. I began to hate them. As always happens with me, my vision...