Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
Remind your bones that that dance inside something worthy
How nice would that be today if when a job was lost, a Man of God sat at the dinner table and encouraged you?
Please don’t sing and dance,” I whisper, but it’s too late. He’s snapping his fingers and doing this sexy groove to the music. It should look really stupid – and it kind of does – but with his tight abs and his tattoos and piercings, it’s really just…precious.
I would not say I was a nonbeliever; rather, that I gave little if any thought to celestial concerns. It did not seem to me that God, whoever he was, would be the sort of god to take an interest in the minutiae of human affairs, or that this fact released us from the duty to go about our lives in a spirit of decency to others.
resistant than faith because it is sustained by the senses.
It is said that men may not be the dreams of the god, but rather that the gods are the dreams of men.
When we are green, still half-created, we believe that our dreams are rights, that the world is disposed to act in our best interests, and that falling and dying are for quitters. We live on the innocent and monstrous assurance that we alone, of all the people ever born, have a special arrangement whereby we will be allowed to stay green forever
I woke up, smiling to myself at this dream with its allegorical aspects but with no real meaning.
I read somewhere that every inch of rope used in the British Navy has a strand of red in it, so that wherever a bit of it is found it is known. That is the text of my little sermon to you. Virtue, which means honour, honesty, courage, and all that makes character, is the red thread that marks a good man wherever he is.