Fear & Despair
Life is far too important a thing to ever treat as an academic experiment. We are a prisoner of life who has no right to open the door and run away.
The fear of Life which is the beginning of all evil...
He who fears he will suffer, already suffers from his fear.
Suffering does not ennoble, it degrades.
Destructiveness is the outcome of an unlived life.
Misspending a person's time is a kind of self-homicide.
The tragedy of man is what dies inside himself while he still lives.
It is extreme evil to depart from the company of the living before you die.
A man who could look no way but downward, with a muck-rake in his hand.
All have broken or lost the sense of those vital values which bind men to one another, the world, and history. In this sense we may say the suicide is dead long before he kills himself.
We are our own worst enemy.
People dare not be happy for fear of Snobs. People dare not love for fear of snobs. People pine away lonely under the tyranny of Snobs. Honest kindly hearts dry up and die. Gallant generous lads, blooming with hearty youth, swell into bloated old-bachelor hood, and burst and tumble over. Tender girls wither into shrunken decay, and perish solitary, from whom Snobbishness has cut off the common claim to happiness and affection with which Nature endowed us all.
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.
Wisdom begins where fear of Gods end.
The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider, or some loathsome insect, over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked; his wrath towards you burns like fire. He looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire.
You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do.
We crucify ourselves between two thieves:
regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow.
- Fulton Oursler (1893-1952)
Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence.
As if a man's soul were not too small to begin with, they have dwarfed and narrowed theirs by a life of all work and no play, until here they are at forty, with a listless attention, a mind vacant of all material amusement, and not one thought to rub against another, while they wait for the train.
The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true. - James Branch Cabell
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