Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.
Life is wide, limitless. There is no border, no frontier.
Time is heavy sometimes; imagine how heavy eternity must be.
One drop of eternity is of greater weight than a vast ocean of finite things.
Immortality is not a gift, Immortality is an achievement; And only those who strive mightily Shall possess it.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?
There is no vestige of a beginning, no prospect of an end.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought.
We conceive of immortality as having a beginning, but no end; but we conceive of eternity as having neither beginning nor end. Hence it is proper to speak of eternity as the attribute of God, but of immortality as the attribute of man.
