Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

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Søren Kierkegaard (1813-1855) was a person.



  1. Swenson, David F. Something About Kierkegaard, Mercer University Press, 2000.
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  3. See Eighteen Upbuilding Discourses, Hong trans., p. 332ff (The Thorn in the Flesh) (arrogance)
  4. Point of View by Lowrie, p. 41, Practice in Christianity, Hong trans., 1991, Chapter VI, p. 233ff, Works of Love IIIA, p. 91ff
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  6. Concluding Unscientific Postscript to Philosophical Fragments, Hong trans., pp. 15–17, 555–610 Either/Or Vol III, pp. 14, 58, 216–217, 250 Hong
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  9. Concluding Unscientific Postscript, Hong trans., 1992, p. 131
  10. Philosophical Fragments and Concluding Postscript both deal with objectively demonstrated Christianity. It can't be done per SK.
  11. Stewart, Jon. (Ed.) Kierkegaard's Influence on Philosophy, Volume 11, Tomes I-III. Ashgate, 2012.
  12. Stewart, Jon. (Ed.) Kierkegaard's Influence on Theology, Volume 10, Tomes I-III. Ashgate, 2012.
  13. Stewart, Jon. (Ed.) Kierkegaard's Influence on Literature and Criticism, Social Science, and Social-Political Thought, Volumes 12–14. Ashgate, 2012.


  • Søren Kierkegaard. ...
    • QUOTE: It requires courage not to surrender oneself to the ingenious or compassionate counsels of despair that would induce a man to eliminate himself from the ranks of the living; but it does not follow from this that every huckster who is fattened and nourished in self-confidence has more courage than the man who yielded to despair.


  • Søren Kierkegaard. (1843). “Either/Or: A Fragment of Life." Translated by David F. Swenson and Lillian Marvin Swenson. Volume I. Prinecton, 1959, ISBN:0-691-01976-2
    • QUOTE: I have the courage, I believe, to doubt everything; I have the courage, I believe, to fight with everything; but I have not the courage to know anything; not the courage to possess, to own anything. Most people complain that the world is so prosaic, that life is not like romance, where opportunities are always so favorable. I complain that life is not like romance, where one had hard-hearted parents and nixies and trolls to fight, and enchanted princesses to free. What are all such enemies taken together, compared with the pale, bloodless, tenacious, nocturnal shapes with which I fight, and to whom I give life and substance?