“What misery to live in this world! We are like men whose enemies are at the door, who must not lay aside their arms, even while sleeping or eating, and are always in dread lest the foe should enter the fortress by some breach in the walls. O my Lord and my all! How canst thou wish us to prize such a wretched existence?” MenWorldLifeShouldWishSleepExistenceLordEnemyDoorsThis WorldWallArmsEatingLaysMiseryPrizeDreadFoeWretchedBreachFortresses Book:The Interior Castle, or the Mansions Source: The Interior Castle, or the Mansions
“I knew the poor, I knew the hideous death they die, when famine lays its bleak hand on the door; I knew the rich, sated with merriment, who yet are sad.” LifeHandsDiesPoorKnowledgeRichDoorsExperienceLaysFamineHideousBleakMerrimentSated Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems