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That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear.
Put not yourself into amazement how these things should be: all difficulties are but easy when they are known.
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.
Shame to him whose cruel striking
Kills for faults of his own liking!
Thou bear’st thy heavy riches but a journey,
And death unloads thee.
William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
O’ it is excellent to have a giant’s strength; but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant.
Now my foes tell me plainly I am an ass: so that by my foes, sir, I profit in the knowledge of myself, and by my friends I am abused.
Character is the habit of action from the permanent vision of truth. It carries a superiority to all the accidents of life. It compels right relation to every other man — domesticates itself with strangers and enemies.
Man stands in strict connection with a higher fact never yet manifested. There is power over and behind us, and we are the channels of its communications… This open channel to the highest life is the first and last reality, so subtle, so quiet, yet so tenacious, that although I have never expressed the truth, and although I have never heard the expression of it from any other, I know that the whole truth is here for me.
We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole; the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal One.
There is no darkness but ignorance.
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.
‘Tis well, ’tis well; no more: Be not as extreme in submission as in offence.
Who by repentance is not satisfied,
Is nor of heaven nor earth;
for these are pleased.
Truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.
Let us not burden our remembrance with a heaviness that’s gone.
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
Shall we serve heaven with less respect than we do minister to our gross selves?
Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
But graciously to know I am no better.
The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades when speaking fails.
