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Page 200 - Es leuchtet mir ein, I see a glimpse of it !' cries he elsewhere : ' there is in man a HIGHER than Love of Happiness : he can do without Happiness, and instead thereof find Blessedness...
Page 177 - Death ; and say the pangs of Tophet too, and all that the Devil and Man may, will, or can do against thee. 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 226 - In the Symbol proper, what we can call a Symbol, there is ever, more or less distinctly and directly, some embodiment and revelation of the Infinite ; the Infinite is made to blend itself with the Finite, to stand visible, and as it were, attainable there.
Page 183 - Fire!" is given and they blow the souls out of one another, and in place of sixty brisk useful craftsmen, the world has sixty dead carcasses, which it must bury, and anew shed tears for. Had these men any quarrel? Busy as the Devil is, not the smallest! They lived far enough apart; were the entirest strangers; nay, in so wide a Universe, there was even, unconsciously, by Commerce, some mutual helpfulness between them. How then? Simpleton! their Governors had fallen out; and, instead of shooting one...
Page 272 - So has it been from the beginning, so will it be to the end. Generation after generation takes to itself the Form of a Body; and forth-issuing from Cimmerian Night, on Heaven's mission, APPEARS.
Page 200 - Disease, and triumphs over Death. On the roaring billows of Time, thou art not engulfed, but borne aloft into the azure of Eternity. Love not Pleasure; love God. This is the Everlasting Yea, wherein all contradiction is solved : wherein whoso walks and works, it is well with him.
Page 47 - hereby did Barter grow Sale, the Leather Money is now Golden and Paper, and all miracles have been out-miracled : for there ' are Rothschilds and English National Debts ; and whoso has ' sixpence is Sovereign (to the length of sixpence) over all men ; ' commands Cooks to feed him, Philosophers to teach him.
Page 200 - Small is it that thou canst trample the Earth with its injuries under thy feet, as old Greek Zeno trained thee: thou canst love the Earth while it injures thee, and even because it injures thee; for this a Greater than Zeno was needed, and he too was sent. Knowest thou that "Worship of Sorrow"?
Page 46 - What changes are wrought, not by Time, yet in Time ! For not Mankind only, but all that Mankind does or beholds, is in continual growth, regenesis and self-perfecting vitality. Cast forth thy Act, thy Word, into the ever-living, ever-working Universe : it is a seed-grain that cannot die ; unnoticed today (says one), it will be found flourishing as a Banyan-grove (perhaps, alas, as a Hemlock-forest !) after a thousand years.
Page 270 - Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance ; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility ? This is no metaphor, it is a simple scientific fact : we start out of Nothingness, take figure, and are Apparitions ; round us, as round the veriest spectre, is Eternity ; and to Eternity minutes are as years and aeons.