The haughty woman who can stand alone, and requires no leaning-place in our hearts, loses the spell of her sex.
Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.
There is no error more absurd, and yet more rooted in the heart of man, than the belief that his sufferings will promote his spiritual safety.
A malady Preys on my heart that med'cine cannot reach.
The fountain of my heart dried up within me,-- With nought that loved me, and with nought to love, I stood upon the desert earth alone. And in that deep and utter agony, Though then, then even most unfit to die I fell upon my knees and prayed for death.
Yes, I laugh at all mankind, and the imposition that they dare to practice when they talk of hearts. I laugh at human passions and human cares, vice and virtue, religion and impiety; they are all the result of petty localities, and artificial situation. One physical want, one severe and abrupt lesson from the colorless and shriveled lip of necessity, is worth all the logic of the empty wretches who have presumed to prate it, from Zeno down to Burgersdicius. It silences in a second all the feeble sophistry of conventional life, and ascetical passion.
Prayer is not logical, it is a mysterious moral working of the Holy Spirit.
I grew up in Detroit. I was a teen father. I lived on welfare for three years. I have a brother serving life in prison, though I believe he's innocent.
I'm very grateful that I had work to do. I may have thrown myself off a building.
Why do we place such a disproportionate emphasis on sporting achievement? Why doesn't success in other fields receive similar attention. . . Maybe it's because in a country that prides itself on being egalitarian, sport is intellectually and socio-economically an equal playing field. In fact, the more humble your background, the better, the underdog-turned champion is a narrative that resonates powerfully. We're far less interested in the stories of our best doctors, writers, lawyers, engineers, teachers or social workers. Their triumphs do not capture our collective imaginations.