We have here the peculiarly American way of digesting Continental despair. It is nihilism with a happy ending.permalink source: Allan Bloom, Closing of the American Mind 147
We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grasspermalink source: T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"
The word "boredom" does not exist in any ancient language. It first appears in the seventeenth century. No one knows its origin.permalink source: Peter Kreeft, The Gospel for Modern Pagans p. 187
February 7 is the day Sinclair Lewis was born in 1885 at Saulk Center, Minnesota. Lewis won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1930. His best known works of social satire were Main Street, It Can't Happen Here and Babbit. Yet, for all his renown and wealth, Lewis died in Rome of alcoholism. Upon his death in 1951, he was cremated and his ashes sent to Rome's U.S. Embassy for disposition. One morning a visitor noticed a worker on her knees with a dustpan and broom. Next to her was an overturned funerary urn. When asked what she was doing, she replied nonchalantly, "Sweeping up Sinclair Lewis." If we focus on the words, "sweeping up Sinclair Lewis," we realize the abject futility of the human experience outside of the soul and its relationship to God. This is why the Bible says: "For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. … But from everlasting to everlasting the LORD's love is with those who fear him" (Psalm 103:14, 17).permalink source: Preaching Today - On This Day, (Crescent Books 1992); Clifton Fadiman, The Little, Brown Book of Anecdotes, (Little, Brown & Co., 1985);
"No fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling, can preserve a life beyond the grave… all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins."permalink source: Bertrand Russell