How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
Category: Age And Aging
Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, counseled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, not peace.
And when night, darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.
Category: Alcohol And Alcoholism
Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth unseen, both when we sleep and when we awake.
Nor aught availed him now to have built in heaven high towers; nor did he scrape by all his engines, but was headlong sent with his industrious crew to build in hell.
Lords are lordliest in their wine.
Adam inquires concerning celestial motions, is doubtfully answered, and exhorted to search rather things more worthy of knowledge.
O loss of sight, of thee I most complain! Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age! Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm; the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see; I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own; scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.
To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.
Books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a certain potency of life in them, to be as active as the soul whose progeny they are; they preserve, as in a vial, the purest efficacy and extraction of the living intellect that bred them.
Deep versed in books and shallow in himself.
For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason itself.
A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond.
As good almost kill a man as kill a good book; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.