Great Throughts Treasury

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Eugen Herrigel

Don't think of what you have to do, don't consider how to carry it out! he exclaimed. The shot will only go smoothly when it takes the archer himself by surprise.

Aptitude | Awareness | Cult | Danger | Ego | Existence | Life | Life | Present | Reason | Right | Spirit | Success | Time | Witness | Worth | Talent | Danger | Awareness | Teacher |

Étienne Gilson, fully Étienne Henry Gilson

He (a new philosopher) still needs to be taught, not this time philosophy, but to philosophize.

Day | Knowledge | Principles | Right | Time | Intellect |

Eudora Welty

I read library books as fast as I could go, rushing them home in the basket of my bicycle. From the minute I reached our house, I started to read. Every book I seized on, from "Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue at Camp Rest-a-While" to "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," stood for the devouring wish to read being instantly granted. I knew this was bliss, knew it at the time. Taste isn't nearly so important; it comes in its own time.

Gratitude | Knowledge | Parents | Reading | Time |

Eudora Welty

It doesnÂ’t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

Time |

Eugen Drewermann

After midlife, one falls back on C G Jung and determines that the first years of life were in themselves symbolic.

Books | Love | Reading | Time |

Eugene Peterson

We live in an “age of sensation.” We think that if we don’t feel something there can be no authenticity in doing it. But the wisdom of God says something different: that we can act ourselves into a new way of feeling much quicker than we can feel ourselves into a new way of acting. Worship is an act that develops feelings for God, not a feeling for God that is expressed in an act of worship.

People | Time |

Eudora Welty

I don’t think we often see life resolving itself, not in any sort of perfect way, but I like the fiction writer’s feeling of being able to confront an experience and resolve it as art, however imperfectly and briefly—to give it a form and try to embody it—to hold it and express it in a story’s terms.

Books | Love | Time |

Eudora Welty

I live in gratitude to my parents for initiating me--and as early as I begged for it, without keeping me waiting--into knowledge of the word, into reading and spelling, by way of the alphabet. They taught it to me at home in time for me to begin to read before starting school.

Age | Mother | Time |

Étienne Bonnot de Condillac

What we have been saying in regard to imagination and memory, must be applied to contemplation, according as it is referred to either. If it be made to consist in retaining the perceptions; before the use of instituted signs it has only a habit which does not depend on us: but it has none at all, if it be made to consist in preserving the signs themselves.

Design | Fame | Knowledge | Mankind | Memory | Music | Poetry | Religion | Time | Wants |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

You said they had found the secret of happiness because they had never heard that love can be a sin.

Beginning | Happy | Right | Time | Old |

Étienne Bonnot de Condillac

But as soon as a man comes to connect ideas with signs of his own choosing, we find his memory is formed.

Nature |

Étienne Bonnot de Condillac

I distinguish therefore two sorts of perceptions among those we are conscious of; some which we remember at least the moment. After others which we forget the very moment they are impressed. This distinction is founded on the experience just now given. A person highly entertained at a play shall remember perfectly the impression made on him by a very moving scene, though he may forget how he was affected by the rest of the entertainment.

Music | Prejudice | Regard | Time |

Étienne Bonnot de Condillac

Let us consider man the first moment of his existence; his mind immediately feels different sensations; such as light, colors, pain, pleasure, motion, rest: these arc his first thoughts.

Time | Words |

Eugene Peterson

Perseverance does not mean “perfection.” It means we do not quit when we find that we are not yet mature and there is a long journey still before us.

Church | Time |

Eudora Welty

Each day the storm clouds were opening like great purple flowers and pouring out their dark thunder. Each nightfall, the storm was laid down on their houses like a burden the day had carried.

Day | Time |

Eugene Peterson

The silence that makes it possible to hear God speak also makes it possible for us to hear the world's words for what they really are - tinny and unconvincing lies.

Sabbath | Time |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,

Nothing | Time |

Eugene O'Neill, fully Eugene Gladstone O'Neill

LAVINIA: I love everything that grows simply-- up toward the sun-- everything that's straight and strong! I hate what's warped and twists and eats into itself and dies for a lifetime in shadow...

Life | Life | Love | Right | Time |

Eugene V. Debs, fully Eugene Victor Debs

Chicago is the product of modern capitalism, and, like all other great commercial centers, is unfit for human habitation. The Illinois Central Railroad Company selected the site upon which the city is built and this consisted of a vast miasmatic swamp far better suited to mosquito culture than for human beings. From the day the site was chosen by (and of course in the interest of all) said railway company, everything that entered into the building of the town and the development of the city was determined purely from profit considerations and without the remotest concern for the health and comfort of the human beings who were to live there, especially those who had to do all the labor and produce all the wealth.

Time | Will |

Eugene V. Debs, fully Eugene Victor Debs

In this country — the most favored beneath the bending skies — we have vast areas of the richest and most fertile soil, material resources in inexhaustible abundance, the most marvelous productive machinery on earth, and millions of eager workers ready to apply their labor to that machinery to produce in abundance for every man, woman, and child — and if there are still vast numbers of our people who are the victims of poverty and whose lives are an unceasing struggle all the way from youth to old age, until at last death comes to their rescue and lulls these hapless victims to dreamless sleep, it is not the fault of the Almighty: it cannot be charged to nature, but it is due entirely to the outgrown social system in which we live that ought to be abolished not only in the interest of the toiling masses but in the higher interest of all humanity…

Men | Nature | Prison | Progress |