“What a position of transcendent horror must that be, where the perpetrator of a great crime, till then a stranger to positive guilt, finds himself suddenly cut off, and forever, from all human sympathy, isolated from hope, the tenant of a solitary cell, and with a wide, impassable gulf yawning between him and that great brotherhood of which he has ceased to be a part--no longer regarded as a man, but as a monster in the shape of one, from whom Mercy herself turns away, and for whom Pity even has no tears!” MenHumansTurnsForeverCuttingCrimePositionTearsHorrorShapesMercyGuiltStrangerWideMonstersPityCellsBrotherhoodIsolatedSolitaryTranscendentPerpetratorsTenantsYawning Author:Christian Nestell Bovee
“Religion assures us that our afflictions shall have an end; she comforts us, she dries our tears, she promises us another life. On the contrary, in the abominable worship of atheism, human woes are the incense, death is the priest, a coffin the altar, and annihilation the Deity.” HumansEndsAtheismTearsComfortPromiseWorshipContraryPriestsAfflictionWoeDeitiesAltarsCoffinsAnnihilationAnother LifeIncense Author:François-René de Chateaubriand
“The summer Night comes brooding down on Earth, As Love comes brooding down on human hearts, With bliss that hath no utterance save rich tears. She floats in fragrance down the smiling dark, Foldeth a kiss upon the lips of Life-- Curtaineth into rest the weary world-- And shuts us in with all our hid delights.” WorldHumansHeartEarthNightDarkRichTearsKissingSummerLipsDelightBlissWearyHuman HeartFloatsFragranceUtteranceBroodingSummer Nights Author:Frank Herbert