I’ve compiled a list of links to books by and about Soren Kierkegaard I found on the Internet. Kierkegaard was a nineteenth century Christian author who expressed his views through a variety of literary methods. At times he wrote under his own name and at others he used pseudonymns.
sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession; and seldom sincerely to give a true account of their gift of reason to the benefit and use of men: as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse for the glory of the Creator and the relief of man’s estate.
The first condition for my coming to believe, is that I become conscious of whether I do believe or not. For that reason we so often fall into error because we look for an assurance of our expectation, instead of an assurance of faith that we believe. The believer demands no proof for his expectation; “for,” he savs, “if I could assume something to be a proof, then, when it proved my expectation, it would also disprove it. My soul is not insensible to the joy or pain of the individual, but, God be praised, it is not thus that the individual can prove or disprove the expectation of faith. God be praised!
Originally posted on N.D. Storms:
“Resignation is, as it were, renouncing one’s most cherished hopes when whatever is hoped for proves unattainable. Resignation is not giving up thinking about one’s heart’s desire; on the contrary, being resigned requires retaining the original interest but…
Every epoch is a Sphinx, which plunges into the abyss as soon as its problem is solved.
My dread of the latter has nothing in common with that of the parvenu, who trembles for his wealth, or with that of well-to-do tradesmen, who fear an interruption of their profitable business. No; that which disquiets me is the secret dread of the artist and scholar, who sees our whole modern civilisation, the laboriously-achieved product of so many centuries of effort, and the fruit of the noblest works of our ancestors, jeopardised by the triumph of communism.