Doubt cries, "It is impossible! You can't, you can't go on!" Faith softly whispers, "Yes, you can. Just trust in God. Be Calm." Doubt cries, "Look down! Your path is steep And rough with stones and briar!" Faith gently says, "I'll take your hand. It's beautiful up higher." Doubt has not one thing to give But "going back" alone; Faith has God, eternal life, And heirship to a throne! And so, on unseen eagle's wings, These feet of clay are borne. While faith within me sings and sings, We rise above the storm!
The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. Through the wrinkles of time, through the bowed frame of years, you will always see the dear face and feel the warm heart union of your eternal love.
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
The joy of life consists in the exercise of one's energies, continual growth, constant change, the enjoyment of every new experience. To stop means simply to die. The eternal mistake of mankind is to set up an attainable ideal.
Aleister Crowley (1875 - 1947)
Source: The Confessions of Aleister Crowley (1929)
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
The troubles of our proud and angry dust Are from eternity, and shall not fail. Bear them we can, and if we can we must. Shoulder the sky, my lad, and drink your ale.