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Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for read more
Everything is a gift of the universe -- even joy, anger, jealously, frustration, or separateness. Everything is perfect either for our growth or our enjoyment.
Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.
Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be read more
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be embalmed alive.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a read more
"Oh! what a vile and abject thing is man unless he can erect
himself above humanity." Here is a bon mot and a useful desire,
but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the
hand, the armful bigger then the arm, and to hope to stride
further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and
monstrous. . . . He may lift himself if God lend him His hand of
special grace; he may lift himself . . . by means wholly
celestial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his
Stoic virtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous
metamorphosis.
When something (an affliction) happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
When something (an affliction) happens to you, you either let it defeat you, or you defeat it.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
'Tis thus the mercury of man is fix'd,
Strong grows the virtue with his nature mix'd.
