The artist envies what the arties gains, The bard the rival bard's successful strains.
Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
Thou art so witty, profligate and thin, At once we think thee Satan, Death and Sin.
Lie lightly on my ashes, gentle earthe.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me-- "Sparta hath many a worthier son than he."
His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft, Faithful, below, he did his duty; But now he's gone aloft.
One goes to the right, the other to the left; both are wrong, but in different directions. [Lat., Ille sinistrorsum hic dexrorsum abit, unus utrique Error, sed variis illudit partibus.]
For to err in opinion, though it be not the part of wise men, is at least human.
Hath thy heart within thee burned, At evening's calm and holy hour?
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
But when eve's silent footfall steals Along the eastern sky, And one by one to earth reveals Those purer fires on high.
Three sparks--pride, envy, and avarice--have been kindled in all hearts. [It., Superbia, invidia ed avarizia sono Le tre faville che hanno i cori accesi.]
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
There is no explanation for evil. It must be looked upon as a necessary part of the order of the universe. To ignore it is childish, to bewail it senseless.
Said the little Eohippus, "I am going to be a horse, And on my middle fingernails To run my earthly course! . . . . I'm going to have a flowing tail! I'm going to have a mane! I'm going to stand fourteen hands high On the Psychozoic plain!"
For my own part I am persuaded that everything advances by an unchangeable law through the eternal constitution and association of latent causes, which have been long before predestined. [Lat., Equidem aeterna constitutione crediderim nexuque causarum atentium et multo ante destinatarum suum quemque ordinem immutabili lege percurrere.]
Out of the dusk a shadow, Then a spark; Out of the cloud a silence, Then a lark; Out of the heart a rapture, Then a pain; Out of the dead, cold ashes, Life again.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave us behind Footprints on the sands of time.
Some of the worlds greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.
To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectualsâand critics of the Women's Movement.
To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectualsâand critics of the Women's Movement.
Conscience is our magnetic compass; reason our chart.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist.