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I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarified To Nothing By The Pump Of Unbelief
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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
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 in bed....
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. -- Nicolas Chamfo...
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 -- Psalm lxxxiv, 10...
You know something, folks, as ridiculous as this sound
I would rather feel the sweet breath of my beautiful wife on the back of my neck as I sleep than stuff dollar bills into some stranger's G-string....
And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goe
like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air....
I would rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.