I would rather dwell in the dim fog of superstition than in air rarified
to nothing by the pump of unbelief; in which the panting breast expires,
vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.
-- Richter
to nothing by the pump of unbelief; in which the panting breast expires,
vainly and convulsively gasping for breath.
-- Richter
Related:
- Any coward can sit in his home and criticize a pilot for flying into a
mountain in a fog
But I would rather, by far, die on a mountainside than... - Fog: the air
apparent... - I would rather see starlight than
streetlights... - I would advise anyone who wished to obtain a favor from a minister to
approach him with a mournful air rather than a lighthearted one
No one likes to see those who are happier than himself... - A day in thy courts is better than a thousand.
I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God
than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. -- Old Testament... - You know something, folks, as ridiculous as this sounds
I would rather feel the sweet breath of my beautiful... - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where
it comes and goes
like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore... - I would rather have a bottle in front of
me than a
frontal lobotomy...
