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Vauvenargues, Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues NULL
Those who have the spirit that have a taste for the big things and the passion for small.
Vauvenargues, Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues NULL
There is one rule for minds and bodies: they can only be preserved by continual nourishment.
Hsuan Hua, aka An Tzu and Tu Lun
If you have no obstacles in your own mind, then outer obstacles will not hinder you or cause you worry.
Tommaso Campanella, baptized Giovanni Domenico Campanella
They use baths, and moreover they have warm ones according to the Roman custom, and they make use also of olive oil. They have found out, too, a great many secret cures for the preservation of cleanliness and health. And in other ways they labor to cure the epilepsy, with which they are often troubled.
Fear | Little | Love | Power | Property | Reason | Riches | Self-love | Wife | Riches |
Thomas L. Friedman, fully Thomas Lauren Friedman
My bottom line is this: Open-source is an important flattener because it makes available for free many tools, from software to encyclopedias, that millions of people around the world would have had to buy in order to use, and because open-source network associations – with their open borders and come-one-come-all approach
Thomas J. Watson, fully Thomas John Watson, Sr.
Life isn't all beer and skittles, but beer and skittles, or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman's education.
Still hope leads men to venture; and no one ever yet put himself in peril without the inward conviction that he would succeed in his design.
Fear |
Thornton Wilder, fully Thornton Niven Wilder
Nature reserves the right to inflict upon her children the most terrifying jests.
Action | Confidence | Fear | Life | Life | Obligation | Security | Sense | Spirit | Time |
Sow good and you'll reap good; sow bad and you'll reap bad. You don't have to cut down a tree to get its fruit.
Every evening, write down the six most important things that you must do the next day. Then while you sleep your subconscious will work on the best ways for you to accomplish them. Your next day will go much more smoothly.
Tom Robbins, fully Thomas Eugene "Tom" Robbins
Now and again, one could detect in a childless woman of a certain age the various characteristics of all the children she had never issued. Her body was haunted by the ghost of souls who hadn't lived yet. Premature ghosts. Half-ghosts. X's without Y's. Y's without X's. They applied at her womb and were denied, but, meant for her and no one else, they wouldn't go away. Like tiny ectoplasmic gophers, they hunkered in her tear ducts. They shone through her sighs. Often to her chagrin, they would soften the voice she used in the marketplace. When she spilled wine, it was their playful antics that jostled the glass. They called out her name in the bath or when she passed real children in the street. The spirit babies were everywhere her companions, and everywhere they left her lonesome - yet they no more bore her resentment than a seed resents uneaten fruit. Like pet gnats, like phosphorescence, like sighs on a string, they would follow her into eternity.
Fear |
All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel; Then all afire with me the King's son Ferdinand, with hair up-standing (then liek reeds, not hair), was the first man that leapt; cried 'Hell is empty, and all the devils are here!' The Tempest, Act I, Scene 2
Ay, every inch a king: when I do stare, see how the subject quakes. I pardon that man's life. — What was thy cause? — Adultery? — Thou shalt not die: die for adultery! No: the wren goes to't, and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive; for Gloster's bastard son was kinder to his father than my daughters got 'tween the lawful sheets. To't, luxury, pell-mell! for I lack soldiers. — Behold yond simpering dame, whose face between her forks presages snow; that minces virtue, and does shake the head to hear of pleasure's name; — the fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above. But to the girdle do the gods inherit, beneath is all the fiend's; there's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption! — fie, fie, fie! pah, pah! Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination: there's money for thee. King Lear, Act iv, Scene 6
Fear | Life | Life | Nature | Paradise | Spirit | Thought | Thought |
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed me by will but poor a thousand crowns, and, as thou say'st, charged my brother on his blessing to breed me well: and there begins my sadness.