It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and sorrow, should be only organized dust.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
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.
That which you create in beauty and goodness and truth lives on for all time to come. Don't spend your life accumulating material objects that will only turn to dust and ashes.
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria.
The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried along to dwell in the blood.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.
In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
The whole world appears to me like a huge vacuum, a vast empty space, whence nothing desirable, or at least satisfactory, can possibly be derived; and I long daily to die more and more to it; even though I obtain not that comfort from spiritual things which I earnestly desire.