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Strana 169 - If the poor and humble toil that we have Food, must not the high and glorious toil for him in return, that he have Light, have Guidance, Freedom, Immortality? — These two, in all their degrees, I honour : all else is chaff and dust, which let the wind blow whither it listeth.
Strana 148 - Produce ! Produce ! Were it but ' the pitifullest infinitesimal fraction of a Product, produce it in ' God's name ! 'Tis the utmost thou hast in thee : out with it ' then. Up, up ! Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with ' thy whole might. Work while it is called Today ; for the Night ' cometh, wherein no man can work.
Strana 249 - Are we a piece of machinery, which, like the .¿Eolian harp, passive, takes the impression of the passing accident; or do these workings argue something within us above the trodden clod? I own myself partial to such proofs of those awful and important realities: a God that made all things, man's immaterial and immortal nature, and a world of weal or woe beyond death and the grave.
Strana 267 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Strana 195 - 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 specter, is Eternity ; and to Eternity minutes are as years and aeons.
Strana 250 - Ilk happing bird, wee, helpless thing ! That, in the merry months o' spring, Delighted me to hear thee sing, What comes o...
Strana 143 - Man's Unhappiness, as I construe, comes of his Greatness ; it is because there is an Infinite in him, which with all his cunning he cannot quite bury under the Finite. Will the whole Finance Ministers and Upholsterers and Confectioners of modern Europe undertake, in jointstock company, to make one Shoeblack HAPPY? They cannot accomplish it, above an hour or two ; for the Shoeblack also has a Soul quite other than his Stomach...
Strana 48 - ... phantasy of our dream ;' or what the Earth-spirit in Faust names it, the living, visible garment of God: ' In being's floods, in action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion ! Birth and death, An infinite ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of the living : 'Tis thus at the roaring loom of time I ply, And weave for God the garment thou seest him by.
Strana 147 - ... The Situation that has not its Duty, its Ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable Actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy Ideal : work it out therefrom ; and working, believe, live, be free. Fool ! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of...
Strana 127 - me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, ' even of Hostility : it was one huge, dead, immeasurable ' Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind ' me limb from limb. O the vast, gloomy, solitary Golgotha, ' and Mill of Death ! Why was the Living banished thither ' companionless, conscious ? Why if there is no Devil ; nay, ' unless the Devil is your God...