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Blaise Pascal

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All these examples of wretchedness prove his greatness. It is the wretchedness of a great lord, the wretchedness of a dispossessed king. 425

 
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To render with thy precepts less
The sum of human wretchedness,
And strengthen Man with his own mind;
But baffled as thou wert from high,
Still in thy patient energy,
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Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
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To Mortals of their fate and force;
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A troubled stream from a pure source;
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And his sad unallied existence:
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And a firm will, and a deep sense,
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Its own concenter'd recompense,
Triumphant where it dares defy,
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To our unhappy sex genius and sensibility are the most treacherous gifts of Heaven. Why should we cultivate talents merely to gratify the caprice of tyrants? Why seek for knowledge, which can prove only that our wretchedness is irremediable? If a ray of light break in upon us, it is but to make darkness more visible; to show us the narrow limits, the Gothic structure, the impenetrable barriers of our prison.

 
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The problem for a Paracelsian physician like me is that I see diseases as disguises in which people present me with their wretchedness.

 
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Oftentimes when our falling and our wretchedness is shewed us, we are so sore adread, and so greatly ashamed of our self, that scarcely we find where we may hold us. But then willeth not our courteous Mother that we flee away, for Him were nothing lother.

 
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