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However greatly we distrust the sincerity of those we converse with, yet still we think they tell more truth to us than to anyone else.
Our repentance is not so much regret for the ill we have done as fear of the ill that may happen to us in consequence.
Nature seems at each man's birth to have marked out the bounds of his virtues and vices, and to have determined how good or how wicked that man shall be capable of being.
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The moderation of people in prosperity is the effect of a smooth and composed temper, owing to the calm of their good fortune.
Fortune | Good | Moderation | People | Moderation |
The more one loves a mistress, the more one is ready to hate her.
Good | Moderation | People | Prosperity | Moderation |
Nature has concealed at the bottom of our minds talents and abilities of which we are not aware. The passions alone have the privilege of bringing them to light, and of giving us sometimes views more certain and more perfect than art could possibly produce.
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Moderation is an ostentatious proof of our strength of character.
The greatest fault of a penetrating wit is to go beyond the mark.
Hakuin, fully Hakuin Akaku NULL
Yeah, we can attain supreme wisdom and enlightment while sitting at home, sipping tea, studying our favourite books, but will that great wisdom last until next morning?
Evil | Prosperity | Right |
War comes today as the result of one of three causes: either actual or threatened wrong by one country to another, or suspicion by one country that another intends to do it wrong ... or, from bitterness of feeling, dependent in no degree whatever upon substantial questions of difference. . . . The least of these three causes of war is actual injustice.
Brotherhood | Charity | Desire | Duty | Individual | Judgment | Love | Malice | People | Progress | Prosperity | Regard | Sentiment | Happiness |
Shine comforts from the east, That I may back to Athens by daylight From these that my poor company detest; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Art | Beauty | Death | Enough | Evil | Father | Fortune | God | Good | Government | Heart | Rage | Shame | Tears | Vengeance | Virtue | Virtue | Government | Art | Beauty | God |
So may the outward shows be least themselves. The world is still deceived with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt but, being seasoned with a gracious voice, obscures the show of evil? In religion, what damnèd error, but some sober brow will bless it and approve it with a text, hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple but assumes some mark of virtue on his outward parts. How many cowards whose hearts are all as false as stairs of sand wear yet upon their chins the beards of Hercules and frowning Mars, who, inward searched, have livers white as milk, and these assume but valor’s excrement to render them redoubted. Look on beauty, and you shall see ’tis purchased by the weight, which therein works a miracle in nature, making them lightest that wear most of it. So are those crispèd snaky golden locks which maketh such wanton gambols with the wind, upon supposèd fairness, often known to be the dowry of a second head, the skull that bred them in the sepulcher. Thus ornament is but the guilèd shore to a most dangerous sea, the beauteous scarf veiling an Indian beauty—in a word, the seeming truth which cunning times put on to entrap the wisest. Therefore then, thou gaudy gold, hard food for Midas, I will none of thee. Nor none of thee, thou pale and common drudge ‘tween man and man. But thou, thou meagre lead, which rather threaten’st than dost promise aught, thy paleness moves me more than eloquence, and here choose I. Joy be the consequence! Merchant of Venice, Act iii, Scene 2
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Should all despair that have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind would hang themselves.
So on the tip of his subduing tongue all kinds of arguments and question deep, all replication prompt and reason strong, for his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, he had the dialect and different skill, catching all passions in his craft of will; . . .
Since, then, my office hath so far prevailed That, face to face and royal eye to eye, You have congreeted, let it not disgrace me If I demand before this royal view, What rub or what impediment there is Why that the naked, poor, and mangled Peace, Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births, Should not, in this best garden of the world, Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage.
Such a nature, tickled with good success, disdains the shadow which he treads on at noon.
We are not alien visitors to this planet, after all but natural residents and relatives of every living entity here. This earth is where we came from and where we'll all end up when we die, and during the interim, it is our home, And there's no way we can ever hope to understand ourselves if we don't at least marginally understand our home.
Ego | Fortune | Life | Life | Mind | Perfection | Right | Silence |
We were talking the other evening about the phrases one uses when trying to comfort someone who is in distress. I told him that in English we sometimes say, 'I've been there.' This was unclear to him at first-I've been where? But I explained that deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific loacation, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope.