Halldór Laxness (1902–1998) Icelandic author
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Heimsljós (World Light) (1940), Book One: The Revelation of the Deity
“Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?”
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In Hoc Signo Vinces
1960, In Hoc Signo Vinces
Robert Williams Buchanan (1841–1901) Scottish poet, novelist and dramatist
Balder the Beautiful (1877)
Context: “O Balder, he who fashion’d us,
And bade us live and move,
Shall weave for Death’s sad heavenly hair
Immortal flowers of love.
“Ah! never fail’d my servant Death,
Whene’er I named his name,—
But at my bidding he hath flown
As swift as frost or flame.
“Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man,
And finds his form, and springs,
So hath he hunted down the gods
As well as human things!
“Yet only thro’ the strength of Death
A god shall fall or rise —
A thousand lie on the cold snows,
Stone still, with marble eyes.
“But whosoe’er shall conquer Death,
Tho’ mortal man he be,
Shall in his season rise again,
And live, with thee, and me!
“And whosoe’er loves mortals most
Shall conquer Death the best,
Yea, whosoe’er grows beautiful
Shall grow divinely blest.”
The white Christ raised his shining face
To that still bright’ning sky.
“Only the beautiful shall abide,
Only the base shall die!”
Robert Williams Buchanan (1841–1901) Scottish poet, novelist and dramatist
Balder the Beautiful (1877)
Context: “O Balder, he who fashion’d us,
And bade us live and move,
Shall weave for Death’s sad heavenly hair
Immortal flowers of love.
“Ah! never fail’d my servant Death,
Whene’er I named his name,—
But at my bidding he hath flown
As swift as frost or flame.
“Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man,
And finds his form, and springs,
So hath he hunted down the gods
As well as human things!
“Yet only thro’ the strength of Death
A god shall fall or rise —
A thousand lie on the cold snows,
Stone still, with marble eyes.
“But whosoe’er shall conquer Death,
Tho’ mortal man he be,
Shall in his season rise again,
And live, with thee, and me!
“And whosoe’er loves mortals most
Shall conquer Death the best,
Yea, whosoe’er grows beautiful
Shall grow divinely blest.”
The white Christ raised his shining face
To that still bright’ning sky.
“Only the beautiful shall abide,
Only the base shall die!”
BJ Miller (1971) palliative caregiver
On providing palliative care in “Brief But Spectacular: BJ Miller—Palliative Care Specialist” https://www.pbs.org/newshour/brief/194874/bj-miller in PBS
“To define each of us by our race is nothing short of a denial of our humanity.”
Clarence Thomas (1948) Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States
As quoted in "The New Republic Calls Out Harry Reid on Clarence Thomas" http://www.dinocrat.com/archives/2004/12/08/the-new-republic-calls-out-harry-reid-on-clarence-thomas/ (December 2004), DinoCrat. <br class="br">1990s
