Beauty of style and harmony and grace and good rhythm depend on simplicity.
Then saith he unto his disciples, The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few; Pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he will send forth labourers into his harvest.
Stay awhile that we may make an end the sooner.
We've practiced loving long enough, Let's come at last to hate. [Ger., Wir haben lang genug geliebt, Und wollen endlich hassen.]
Then let him know that hatred without end Or intermission is between us two.
The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is silent. [Ger., Der grosste Hass ist, wie die grosste Tugend und die schlimmsten Hunde, still.]
Hate is ravening vulture beaks descending on a place of skulls.
Love, friendship, respect, do not unite people as much as a common hatred for something.
A sermon on a hat: "'The hat, my boy, the hat, whatever it may be, is in itself nothing--makes nothing, goes for nothing; but, be sure of it, everything is life depends upon the cock of the hat.' For how many men--we put it to your own experience, reader--have made their way through the thronging crowds that beset fortune, not by the innate worth and excellence of their hats, but simply, as Sampson Piebald has it, by 'the cock of their hats'? The cock's all."
The nets not stretched to catch the hawk, Or kite, who do us wrong; but laid for those Who do us none at all. [Lat., Non rete accipitri tenditur, neque miluo, Qui male faciunt nobis: illis qui nihil faciunt tenditur.]
She rears her young on yonder tree; She leaves her faithful mate to mind 'em; Like us, for fish she sails to sea, And, plunging, shows us where to find 'em. Yo, ho, my hearts! let's seek the deep, Ply every oar, and cheerly with her, While slow the bending net we sweep, God bless the fish-hawk and the fisher.
He who overlooks a healthy spot for the site of his house is mad and ought to be handed over to the care of his relations and friends. [Lat., Qui salubrem locum negligit, mente est captus atque ad agnatos et gentiles deducendus.]
It is better to lose health like a spendthrift than to waste it like a miser.
Friends, Romans countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
My heart is wax to be moulded as she pleases, but enduring as marble to retain.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he/she has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to her. Thanks to Hetty Watters -Jalal-Uddin Rumi.
If you begin the day with love in your heart, peace in your nerves, and truth in your mind, you not only benefit by their presence but also bring them to others, to your family and friends, and to all those whose destiny draws across your path that day. -Unknown-.
Listening to your heart is not simple. Finding out who you are is not simple. It takes a lot of hard work and courage to get to know who you are and what you want. -Sue Bender.
Nothing ends nicely, that's why it ends.
Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.
Spend in pure converse our eternal day; Think each in each, immediately wise; Learn all we lacked before; hear, know, and say What this tumultuous body now denies; And feel, who have laid our groping hands away; And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.
The way of sinners is made plain with stones, but at the end thereof is the pit of hell.
To the man who himself strives earnestly, God also lends a helping hand.
He who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another's lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other. [Lat., Homo qui erranti comiter monstrat viam, Quasi lumen de suo lumine accendit, facit: Nihilominus ipsi luceat, cum illi accenderit.]
Charity is injurious unless it helps the recipient to become independent of it.