“If God were to exist for the entire humanity, he would be profoundly vile, as he allows the existence of unfathomable sin, stupidity, madness, and misery for no reason than his own despicable enjoyment. God exists though, not for all humanity, but for a one chosen man - a philosopher - who is bound to answer the greatest philosophical question, the question about the nature of the questioner's existence, which progressively quenches the divine vanity.” IfsMenReasonGodWould BePainHumanitySinAnswersExistenceDivineMadnessPhilosophicalMiseryBoundsPhilosopherStupidityChosenVanityEnjoymentNo ReasonGod ExistsDespicableUnfathomableQuenchPhilosophical Questions Author:Kedar Joshi
“Unless our souls had root in soil divine We could not bear earth's overwhelming strife. The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine, Convinces me of everlasting life.” HeartSoulEarthPainMinesDivineBearsRootsSoilConvinceOverwhelmingStrifeEverlastingRacksEverlasting Life Author:Stefan Zweig
“Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow mild, love is with kinder looks beguiled, and Grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound; oh, whither hast thou flown, indulgent god? God of kind shadows and of healing dews, whom dost thou touch with thy Lethaean rod? Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuse?” LooksKindPainGrowsForgetLove IsGriefHealingAirDivineShadowSilentWoundsWelcomeCharmTemplesCherishAnxiousWearyToilOblivionDewKinderOpiatesAnxious ThoughtsSilent Power Book:Poetical Works of Akenside Source: Poetical Works of Akenside
“To multitudes of sufferers on beds of pain and languishing, Jesus has been the great physician to-day; in many a weeping circle around precious dust, He has been the Divine comforter, and the tears have almost ceased to flow as this Jesus has touched the bier. Dying lips have whispered His name, and the valley of the shadow has been illumined as with the glory from the celestial shores.” Has BeensPainJesusNamesDyingTearsDivineBedGloryShadowFlowLipsCirclesDustTouchedShoreValleysPhysiciansMultitudesWeepingCelestialSufferersComforter Author:Abbott Eliot Kittredge
“Genius! thou gift of Heav'n! thou Light divine! Amid what dangers art thou doom'd to shine! Oft will the body's weakness check thy force, Oft damp thy Vigour, and impede thy course; And trembling nerves compel thee to restrain Thy noble efforts, to contend with pain; Or Want (sad guest!) will in thy presence come, And breathe around her melancholy gloom: To Life's low cares will thy proud thought confine, And make her sufferings, her impatience, thine.” WantArtBodyLightCarePainSufferingCoursesForceEffortDangerDivineProudGeniusLowsWeaknessShiningBreatheNobleChecksTheeMelancholyNervesGuestsDoomImpatienceGloomTremblingDamp Book:Tales Source: Tales