The being of God in a personal or impersonal
form was a mental necessity to the first thinkers of modern times: from this alone all other ideas could be deduced.
When I ask for a garment of a particular form, my tailoress tells me gravely, "They do not make them so now," not emphasizing the "They" at all, as if she quoted an authority as impersonal
as the Fates, and I find it difficult to get made what I want, simply because she cannot believe that I mean what I say, that I am so rash.
With my eyes on the dog lying curled up in sleep in the middle of the porch I suggested in a subdued impersonal
Though she extrudes all other persons from his attention as cheap and unworthy, she indemnifies him by carrying out her own being into somewhat impersonal, large, mundane, so that the maiden stands to him for a representative of all select things and virtues.
Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.
But our civilization is moulded by great impersonal
forces" (his voice grew complacent; it always did when he eliminated the personal), "and there always will be rich and poor.
His keen grey eye, impersonal
and brusque, flashed upon her half impatiently.
Zarathustra abjures all those who would fain turn an IMPERSONAL
eye upon nature and contemplate her phenomena with that pure objectivity to which the scientific idealists of to-day would so much like to attain.
The dinner, the wine, the decoration of the table were all very good; but it was all like what Darya Alexandrovna had seen at formal dinners and balls which of late years had become quite unfamiliar to her; it all had the same impersonal
and constrained character, and so on an ordinary day and in a little circle of friends it made a disagreeable impression on her.
Later, exhausted by her grief, when the tears no longer fell, she grew more impersonal
, and dwelt on the disasters that had befallen so many women since the strike troubles began--Otto Frank's wife, Henderson's widow, pretty Kittie Brady, Mary, all the womenfolk of the other workmen who were now wearing the stripes in San Quentin.
He was saddened by an impersonal
sorrow, by a vast melancholy as of all mankind longing for what cannot be attained.
Holmes had the impersonal
joy of the true artist in his better work, even as he mourned darkly when it fell below the high level to which he aspired.