Feast of John Chrysostom, Bishop of Constantinople, Teacher, 407 We assemble not in the church to pass away the time, but to gain some great benefit for our souls. If therefore we depart without profit, our zeal in frequenting the church will prove our condemnation. That so great a judgment comes not upon you, when ye go hence ponder the things ye have heard, and exercise yourselves in confirming our instructionâfriend with friend, fathers with their children, masters with their slavesâso that, when ye return hither and hear from us the same counsels, ye may not be ashamed, but rejoice and be glad in the conviction that ye have put into practice the greater part of our exhortation. Not only must we meditate upon these things hereâfor this short exhortation sufficeth not to eradicate the evilâbut at home let the husband be reminded of them by the wife, and the wife by the husband, and let an emulation obtain in families to the fulfilment of the divine law.
Everywhere children are schooled to become masters at answering questions and to remain novices at asking them.
A little birdie flew overhead a traffic light of green and red. From her diagonal point of view she saw both crimson and lime hue. Obey traffic rules? Birdies need not. Masters listen only to the inner voice of God.
And the Lord said, I have surely seen the affliction of my people which are in Egypt, and have heard their cry by reason of their taskmasters; for I know their sorrows; And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey; unto the place of the Canannites, and the Hittites, and the Amorites, and the Perizzites, and the Hivites, and the Jebusites.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
If we put the emphasis upon the right things, if we live the life that is worth while and then fail, we will survive all disasters, we will out-live all misfortune. We should be so well balanced and symmetrical, that nothing which could ever happen could
The formula for achieving a successful relationship is simple: you should treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.
There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters?
And she said, Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face.
The herd instinct among forecasters makes sheep look like independent thinkers.
Usually the greatest boasters are the smallest workers. The deep rivers pay a larger tribute to the sea than shallow brooks, and yet empty themselves with less noise.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behavior, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and stars; as if we were villains on necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on. An admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition on the charge of a star.
The ocean: rocking cradle of the world, sunset stairway to the stars .. only by great masters trod, only written on by God.
Most history is a record of the triumphs, disasters, and follies of top people. The black hole in it is the way of life of mute, inglorious men and women who make no nuisance of themselves in the world.
You have to follow the old rule for a while. In fact, once you master the old rule, you are then the master-and masters get to change things.
There is no whaler and no whale biologist, no matter how experienced, who is so jaded that his heart does not race at the sight of a blue whale. â¢Dale Rice Nothing excites jaded grandmasters more than a theoretical novelty â¢Dominic Lawson I used to be a hopeless romanticâI fell in love with everyone I went out with. Now I'm a little more . . . jaded â¢Source Unknown People say the word 'naive' as if it were a bad thing. Frankly, I believe that being naive, like a child, is being innocent. Being innocent is happiness. Once innocence is lost there is no turning back, we have now become cynical and jaded adults â¢Source Unknown We'll have to change our jaded ways, but I've loved these days. â¢Billy Joel ...time misspent and faculties mis-employed, and senses jaded by labor, or impaired by excess, cannot be recalled any more than that freshness of the heart, before it has become aware of the deceits of others, and of its own. â¢John Randolph I'm not jaded but I'm not controlled by my emotions. It's not that I'm emotionless, I just have the ability not to be controlled by things like love and hate. â¢Marilyn Manson If I don't make it know that, I've loved you all along. Just like sunny days that, we didn't know because we're all dumb and jaded , and I pray to God I figure out whats wrong.
Forecasters tend to learn less and less about more and more, until in the end they know nothing about everything.
By studying the masters and not their pupils.
There are three schoolmasters for everybody that will employ them - the senses, intelligent companions, and books.
Let schoolmasters puzzle their brain, With grammar, and nonsense, and learning; Good liquor, I stoutly maintain, Gives genius a better discerning.
No man can serve two masters.
No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
So modern 'pothecaries, taught the art By doctor's bills to play the doctor's part, Bold in the practice of mistaken rules, Prescribe, apply, and call their masters fools.
The mercy that was quick in us but late, By your own counsel is suppressed and killed. You must not dare for shame to talk of mercy; For your own reasons turn into your bosoms As dogs upon their masters, worrying you.