
“Reminding ourselves of the gospel is the most important daily habit we can establish.”
Source: The Cross Centered Life: Keeping the Gospel The Main Thing
Source: Stranger in a Strange Land
“Reminding ourselves of the gospel is the most important daily habit we can establish.”
Source: The Cross Centered Life: Keeping the Gospel The Main Thing
“Five billion dollars a year spent on ringtones? What the?”
" Pogue’s Imponderables http://pogue.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/10/18/pogues-imponderables/," The New York Times, October 18, 2007.
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Source: We are the local embodiment of a Cosmos grown to selfawareness. We have begun to contemplate our origins: starstuff pondering the stars; organized assemblages of ten billion billion billion atoms considering the evolution of atoms; tracing the long journey by which, here at least, consciousness arose. Our loyalties are to the species and the planet. We speak for Earth. Our obligation to survive is owed not just to ourselves but also to that Cosmos, ancient and vast, from which we spring.
Context: And we who embody the local eyes and ears and thoughts and feelings of the cosmos we've begun, at last, to wonder about our origins. Star stuff, contemplating the stars organized collections of 10 billion-billion-billion atoms contemplating the evolution of matter tracing that long path by which it arrived at consciousness here on the planet Earth and perhaps, throughout the cosmos.
“Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.”
Source: Point Counter Point (1928), Ch. 17
Context: Ever since his mother’s second marriage Spandrell had always perversely made the worst of things, chosen the worst course, deliberately encouraged his own worst tendencies. It was with debauchery that he distracted his endless leisures. He was taking his revenge on her... He was spiting her, spiting himself, spiting God. He hoped there was a hell for him to go to and regretted his inability to believe in its existence.... it was even exciting in those early days to know that one was doing something bad and wrong. But there is in debauchery something so intrinsically dull, something so absolutely and hopelessly dismal, that it is only the rarest beings, gifted with much less than the usual amount of intelligence and much more than the usual intensity of appetite, who can go on actively enjoying a regular course of vice or continue actively to believe in its wickedness. Most habitual debauchees are debauchees not because they enjoy debauchery, but because they are uncomfortable when deprived of it. Habit converts luxurious enjoyments into dull and daily necessities.
“Dreary it is the path to trace,
Step by step of sin's wild race.”
The Golden Violet - The Ring
The Golden Violet (1827)