Fallen

If any of those that are converted in infancy should be called to be ministers, they would be under great disadvantage in dealing with those that are in a natural condition, and in teaching others the difference between a converted and an unconverted state, for they would not know by experience.

—Jonathan Edwards, Miscellany No. 816

Someone

True love can be whispered from heart to heart
When lovers are parted they say
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.
Sweet dreams be yours dear, if dreams there be
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might
Now goodnight, my someone, goodnight.

—The Music Man, Goodnight My Someone.

Ulysses

But it's no use, says he. Force, hatred, history, all that. That's not life for men and women, insult and hatred. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.
—What? says Alf.
—Love, says Bloom. I mean the opposite of hatred. I must go now.

—James Joyce, Ulysses, ch 12.


Beneficent Disseminator of blessings to all Thy creatures, how great and universal must be that sweetest of Thy tyrannies which can hold in thrall the free and the bond, the simple swain and the polished coxcomb, the lover in the heyday of reckless passion and the husband of maturer years. But how mingled and imperfect are all our sublunary joys.

—James Joyce, Ulysses, ch 14.