I don't like things that aren't true.
The thoughts of others Were light and fleeting, Of lovers' meeting Or luck or fame. Mine were of trouble, And mine were steady; So I was ready When trouble came.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
The rainy Pleiads wester Orion plunges prone, And midnight strikes and hastens, And I lie down alone.
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.
I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold, The lad that hopes for heaven Shall fill his mouth with mould.
The smallest minds and the selfishest souls and the cowardliest hearts that God makes.
The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
Women, who are the prime victims of religion, and perhaps in some, stockholm syndrome effect, often form the most fervent advocates of the very thing that degrades them. I believe that in the end, it will be women who will turn this around. This should be the final stage of feminism. For a feminist to still believe in god is like a freed slave still living on the plantation.
The best characterization is provided by the product of this religious education, the Jew himself. His life is only of this world, and his spirit is inwardly as alien to true Christianity as his nature two thousand years previous was to the great founder of the new doctrine.