Papers for the times [ed. by W. Lewin]., Band 2

Walter Lewin
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Seite 161 - I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God, Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things...
Seite 127 - There is a deeper fact in the soul than compensation, to wit, its own nature. The soul is not a compensation, but a life. The soul is. Under all this running sea of circumstance, whose waters ebb and flow with perfect balance, lies the aboriginal abyss of real Being. Essence, or God, is not a relation or a part, but the whole.
Seite 63 - When wilt thou save the people ? O, God of mercy, when ? Not kings and lords, but nations; Not thrones and crowns, but men. Flowers of thy heart, O God, are they ; Let them not pass like weeds away ; Their heritage a sunless day. God save the people. Shall crime bring crime for ever, Strength aiding still the strong ? Is it thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong ? ' No I' say thy mountains ;
Seite 131 - Hast not thy share? On winged feet, Lo ! it rushes thee to meet; And all that Nature made thy own, Floating in air or pent in stone, Will rive the hills and swim the sea And, like thy shadow, follow thee.
Seite 158 - I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.
Seite 161 - Not a mutineer walks handcuff'd to jail but I am handcuff'd to him and walk by his side, (I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with sweat on my twitching lips. ) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am tried and sentenced.
Seite 12 - 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.
Seite 162 - Now I am terrified at the Earth, it is that calm and patient, It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions...
Seite 64 - Father, That man shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains; "No," thy skies; Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs be heard instead of sighs; God save the people!
Seite 126 - The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance.

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