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Emanuel Swedenborg, born Emanujel Swedberg
It is believed that angels were created at the beginning, and that heaven was formed of them; and that the Devil or Satan was an angel of light, who, becoming rebellions, was cast down with his crew, and that this was the origin of hell.
Emil G. Hirsch, fully Emil Gustav Hirsch
Sin is not offense against God, but against our humanity. It is not a state which came to us and which we cannot throw off; it is an act of our own. Sin is anti-social conduct, due to the want of resistance on our part to the influences of the animal world behind us, selfishness, or to the legacy of a phase of civilization over which and beyond which we should have passed on.
Life | Life | Love | Tears | Understanding |
Ellen Glasgow, fully Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow
He felt with the force of a revelation that to throw up the clods of earth manfully is as beneficent as to revolutionize the world. It was not the matter of the work, but the mind that went into it, that counted -- and the man who was not content to do small things well would leave great things undone.
I have read but little of Madame Glyn. I did not know that things like It were going on. I have misspent my days. When I think of all those hours I flung away in reading William James and Santayana, when I might have been reading of life, throbbing, beating, perfumed life, I practically break down. Where, I ask you, have I been, that no true word of Madame Glyn's literary feats has come to me? But even those far, far better informed than I must work a bit over the opening sentence of Madame Glyn's foreword to her novel This is not, the says, drawing her emeralds warmly about her, the story of the moving picture entitled It, but a full character study of the story It, which the people in the picture read and discuss. I could go mad, in a nice way, straining to figure that out... Well it turns out that Ava and John meet, and he begins promptly to vibrate with passion... It goes on for nearly three hundred pages, with both of them vibrating away like steam launches.
Emanuel Swedenborg, born Emanujel Swedberg
The Lord’s church is spread over the whole globe, and so is universal. All who live a good life according to their own religious belief are members of it. Heaven is of such a nature that all who have lived well, of whatever religion, have a place there.
All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.
We have before us the ignoble spectacle of men who are sunken in debts and crimes being hailed as innocent, whereas the honor of a man whose life is spotless is being vilely attacked: A society that sinks to that level has fallen into decay.
Devotion | Dignity | Honor | Love | Nothing | Respect | Will | Respect |
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I asked no other thing, no other was denied. I offered Being for it; the mighty merchant smiled. Brazil? He twirled a button, without a glance my way: But, madam, is there nothing else
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Yes, that's your idea, you all, the French workers unearth a treasure, for only then eat it in a corner of selfishness and laziness. You scream beautiful against the rich, you lack the courage to make the money to the poor fortune sends you ... You will never be worthy of happiness, as you will have something to you, and your hatred of bourgeois will only be your rabid bourgeois need for them.
In making these accusations I am aware that I am making myself liable to articles 30 and 31 of the law of 29 July 1881 regarding the press, which make libel a punishable offence. I expose myself to that risk voluntarily.
Love | People | Speculation | World | Think |
These military tribunals have, decidedly, a most singular idea of justice.
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
That Love is all there is, is all we know of Love.
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Angelique, with both hands open, lying limply on her knees, was giving herself. And Felicien remembered the evening on which she had run barefoot through the grass, so adorable that he had pursued her, and whispered in her ear, I love you. And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, I love you. And he understood full well that only now had she replied, with the same cry, I love you, the eternal cry that had finally emerged from her wide-open heart. I love you... Take me, carry me away, I am yours.
Care | Cause | Crime | Day | Disgrace | Earth | Exploit | God | Important | Life | Life | Love | Mother | Nature | Pain | Suffering | Tears | World | God | Vice |