Sartor Resartus: The Life and Opinions of Herr TeufelsdrockhChapman & Hall, 1891 - 288 sider |
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... wilt find that Space is but a mode of our human • Sense , so likewise Time ; there is no Space and no Time : WE are - we know not what ; -light - sparkles floating in the æther ' ot Deity ! ' So that this so solid - seeming World ...
... wilt find that Space is but a mode of our human • Sense , so likewise Time ; there is no Space and no Time : WE are - we know not what ; -light - sparkles floating in the æther ' ot Deity ! ' So that this so solid - seeming World ...
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... wilt have no Mystery and Mysticism ; wilt walk ' through thy world by the sunshine of what thou callest Truth , ' or even by the hand - lamp of what I call Attorney - Logic ; and • " explain " all , " account " for alı , or believe ...
... wilt have no Mystery and Mysticism ; wilt walk ' through thy world by the sunshine of what thou callest Truth , ' or even by the hand - lamp of what I call Attorney - Logic ; and • " explain " all , " account " for alı , or believe ...
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... wilt , an un- ' conscious Altar , kindled on the bosom of the All ; whose iron ' sacrifice , whose iron smoke and influence reach quite through ' the All ; whose dingy Priest , not by word , yet by brain and ' sinew , preaches forth the ...
... wilt , an un- ' conscious Altar , kindled on the bosom of the All ; whose iron ' sacrifice , whose iron smoke and influence reach quite through ' the All ; whose dingy Priest , not by word , yet by brain and ' sinew , preaches forth the ...
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... wilt have to say in stern patience : " Rest ? Rest ? Shall I not have all Eternity to rest in ? " • Celestial Nepenthe ! though a Pyrrhus conquer empires , and ' an Alexander sack the world , he finds thee not ; and thou hast ' once ...
... wilt have to say in stern patience : " Rest ? Rest ? Shall I not have all Eternity to rest in ? " • Celestial Nepenthe ! though a Pyrrhus conquer empires , and ' an Alexander sack the world , he finds thee not ; and thou hast ' once ...
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... wilt thou sail in unknown seas ; and for thyself find that shorter North- west Passage to thy fair Spice - country of a Nowhere ? -A soli- tary rover , on such a voyage , with such nautical tactics , will meet with adventures . Nay , as ...
... wilt thou sail in unknown seas ; and for thyself find that shorter North- west Passage to thy fair Spice - country of a Nowhere ? -A soli- tary rover , on such a voyage , with such nautical tactics , will meet with adventures . Nay , as ...
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Side 116 - What art thou afraid of ? Wherefore, like a coward, dost thou forever pip and whimper, and go cowering and trembling ? Despicable biped ! what is the sum-total of the worst that lies before thee ? Death ? Well, 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...
Side 157 - 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.
Side 114 - To 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.
Side 157 - For us was thy back so bent, for us were thy straight limbs and fingers so deformed; thou wert our conscript, on whom the lot fell, and fighting our battles wert so marred.
Side 121 - And now to that same spot in the south of Spain are thirty similar French artisans, from a French Dumdrudge, in like manner wending, till at length, after infinite effort, the two parties come into actual juxtaposition; and thirty stands fronting thirty, each with a gun in his hand. "Straightway the word 'Fire!
Side 114 - A certain inarticulate Self-consciousness dwells dimly in us ; which only our Works can render articulate and decisively discernible. Our Works are the mirror wherein the spirit first sees its natural lineaments. Hence, too, the folly of that impossible Precept, Know thyself ; till it be translated into this partially possible one, Know what thou canst work at.
Side 157 - A second man I honour, and still more highly: Him who is seen toiling for the spiritually indispensable; not daily bread, but the bread of Life.
Side 157 - Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toil-worn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand; crooked, coarse; wherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of the Sceptre of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weather-tanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence; for it is the face of a Man living manlike.
Side 184 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in longdrawn, quick-succeeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 185 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.