
Source: 1840s, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave (1845), Ch. 11
Source: Gargantua and Pantagruel (1532–1564), Fourth Book (1548, 1552), Chapter 55.
Source: 1840s, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave (1845), Ch. 11
Source: The Postmodern Condition: A Report on Knowledge (1977), p.82
“Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning,
Flying for joy of the flight”
Dryad Song (1900)
Context: Come, let us mount on the wings of the morning,
Flying for joy of the flight,
Wild with all longing, now soaring, now staying,
Mingling like day and dawn, swinging and swaying,
Hung like a cloud in the light:
I am immortal! I feel it! I feel it!
Love bears me up, love is might!
“Let us go forth with fear and courage and rage to save the world.”
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 619.
Source: Scott Pilgrim, Volume 3: Scott Pilgrim & The Infinite Sadness
Know Thyself (1881)
Context: What "Conservatives," "Liberals" and "Conservative-liberals," and finally "Democrats," "Socialists," or even "Social-democrats" etc., have lately uttered on the Jewish Question, must seem to us a trifle foolish; for none of these parties would think of testing that "Know thyself" upon themselves, not even the most indefinite and therefore the only one that styles itself in German, the "Progress"-party. There we see nothing but a clash of interests, whose object is common to all the disputants, common and ignoble: plainly the side most strongly organised, i. e. the most unscrupulous, will bear away the prize. With all our comprehensive State- and National-Economy, it would seem that we are victims to a dream now flattering, now terrifying, and finally asphyxiating: all are panting to awake therefrom; but it is the dream's peculiarity that, so long as it enmeshes us, we take it for real life, and fight against our wakening as though we fought with death. At last one crowning horror gives the tortured wretch the needful strength: he wakes, and what he held most real was but a figment of the dæmon of distraught mankind.
We who belong to none of all those parties, but seek our welfare solely in man's wakening to his simple hallowed dignity; we who are excluded from these parties as useless persons, and yet are sympathetically troubled for them, — we can only stand and watch the spasms of the dreamer, since no cry of ours can pierce to him. So let us save and tend and brace our best of forces, to bear a noble cordial to the sleeper when he wakes, as of himself he must at last.
“Let us quickly be finished with the business of dying, to save the trouble of making dinner.”
Source: Declare (2001), Chapter 12 (p. 345)