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Gods are condemned to live the dream of the imperishable.
— Deity
Gods are condemned to live the dream of the imperishable.
Before the gods that made the gods Was cut out of the grass.
Gods are fragile things, they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
Much of the power of biblical preaching from Moses to the time of the Exile comes from its stark either-or choice between Yahweh and the ‘other gods.” The great ninth-century B.C. contest at Carmel in 1 Kings 18 between Yahweh and Baal regarding control of the rain, hence of deity, contains the challenge of Elijah: “If the Lord is God, follow Him, but if Baal, then follow him.”
This fellow Paul has convinced and led astray large numbers of people here in Ephesus and in practically the whole province of Asia. He says that man-made gods are no gods at all.
I do not know whether there are gods, but there ought to be.
With ravish'd earsAnd seems to shake the spheres.
The heathen in his blindnessBows down to wood and stone.
Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.
Nature loves to hide her secrets, and she does not suffer the hidden truth about the essential nature of the gods to be flung in naked words to the ears of the profane…
That swarm of ants that I observed, each one following the one ahead, have every one been Indra in the world of the gods by virtue of their own past action. And now, by virtue of their deeds done in the past, they have gradually fallen to the state of ants.
To that large utterance of the early gods!
A man agrees with god as a raindrop with the storm.
If there are gods, they made sheep so wolves could eat mutton, and they made the weak for the strong to play with ... If you can't protect yourself, die and get out of the way of those who can.
Who knows not Circe,And downward fell into a groveling swine?
That molyThat Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave.
Still I hear a voice saying that the gods cannot be deceived, neither can they be compelled. But what if there are no gods? or, suppose them to have no care of human things.
Concerning the gods, I have no means of knowing whether they exist or not or of what sort they may be, because of the obscurity of the subject, and the brevity of human life.
The basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes.
As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods;They kill us for their sport.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.
Cupid is a knavish lad,Thus to make poor females mad.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
And now I will try to defend myself against them: these new accusers must also have their affidavit read. What do they say? Something of this sort: — That Socrates is a doer of evil, and corrupter of the youth, and he does not believe in the gods of the state, and has other new divinities of his own.
I will obey the god rather than you, and as long as I draw breath and am able, I shall not cease to practice philosophy.
A person should steadfastly proclaim the exaltedness of his god. A young man should devoutly praise the words of his god; the people living in the righteous Land should unravel them like a thread. May the balaj singer assuage the spirit of his neighbour and friend. ... Let his mouth shaping a lament soothe the heart of his god, for a man without a god does not obtain food.
Oh, meet is the reverence unto Bacchus paid!The hazel spits while the dripping entrails burn.
His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, and called himself Sam. He never claimed to be a god. But then, he never claimed not to be a god. Circumstances being what they were, neither admission could be of any benefit. Silence, though, could.
Great is Diana of the Ephesians.
The Ethiop gods have Ethiop lips, As keen-eyed, cold and fair.
Speak of the gods as they are.
And that dismal cry rose slowly Pan, Pan is dead!
The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more;Away the Graces would no Graces be.
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.
Creator Venus, genial power of love,Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.
Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,—How shall I dare to malign him?
Either Zeus came to earth to shew his form to thee,Phidias, or thou to heaven hast gone the god to see.
I, Phœbus, song those songs that gained so much renownI, Phœbus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.
Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there beIn joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine.
Some thoughtlessly proclaim the Muses nine:A tenth is Sappho, maid divine.
Though men determine, the gods do dispose.
There's a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,And the yellow god forever gazes down.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
The son of Saturn gaveOlympus trembled.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
The ox-eyed awful Juno.
Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.
Where'er he moves, the goddess shone before.
The matchless Ganymede, divinely fair.
Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,And the good suffers while the bad prevails.
Of Pan we sing, the best of leaders Pan, Hear, O you groves, and hills resound his worth.
High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals,Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and Graces.
Hoeder, the blind old godWhose feet are shod with silence.
Janus am I; oldest of potentates!My fires light up the hearths and hearts of men.
A boy of five years old serene and gay,The days I lived, few were my sorrows too.
No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy;And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life.
Man is certainly stark mad; he cannot make a flea, and yet he will be making gods by dozens.
To be a god We are what we create.
The god we now behold with opened eyes,On his fair brows, and dangle on his head.
The Graces sought some holy ground, Of Aristophanes.
Keep what goods the Gods provide you.
Themistocles told the Adrians that he brought two gods with him, Persuasion and Force. They replied: "We also, have two gods on our side, Poverty and Despair."
Thamus … uttered with a loud voice his message, "The great Pan is dead."
Or ask of yonder argent fields aboveWhy Jove's satellites are less than Jove.
Of the Gods some are of the world, cosmic, and some above the world, hypercosmic. By the cosmic I mean those who make the cosmos. Of the hypercosmic Gods some create essence, some mind, and some soul.
Me goatfoot Pan of Arcady—the Median fear,The Athenian's friend, Miltiades placed here.
A glimpse of Breidablick, whose walls are lightSat the gold-crowned gods before it.
Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet;Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
But a bevy of Eroses apple-cheekedIn a shallop of crystal ivory-beaked.
Here comes to-dayThis meed of fairest.
Or sweet Europa's mantle blew unclaspedThe mild bull's golden horn.
Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thighAbove the pillared town.
Atlas, we read in ancient song,That he might sit and rest awhile.
