Søren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855)

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Søren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855) was a person.



References

2014

  1. ↑ Swenson, David F. Something About Kierkegaard, Mercer University Press, 2000.
  2. ↑ Template:Harvnb
  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
  5. ↑ Template:Harvnb
  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
  7. ↑ Template:Harvnb
  8. ↑ Template:Harvnb
  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.

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  • 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.

1843

  • 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?