A man without ambition is dead. A man with ambition but no love is dead. A man with ambition and love for his blessings here on earth is ever so alive. Having been alive, it won't be so hard in the end to lie down and rest.
Absurdities and Anomalies of Life always amaze and amuse me. Shared here are my favorite 21 mind-boggling dichotomies: (i) Only Certainty in this world is that there is nothing Certain, except death and taxes off course, (ii) Only Constant is the Change, (iii) The more you try to impress folks, the less impressed they will be, (iv) The more afraid you become of death, the less likely you wll enjoy life, (v) The more afraid you are to fail, the more likely you will fail, (vi) The more you fail, the more likely you will succeed, (vii) The harder you push for anything, the harder it will be to achieve, (viii) The more available anything is, the less likely you will want it, (ix) The more you learn, the more you realize your ignorance, (x) The more you argue with spouse or boss, the less likely you will win, (xi) The more you try to come close, the farther you will get pushed, (xii) The more choices you will have, the less satisfied you will be with any of those, (xiii) The more connected you get in social network, more isolated you will become, (xiv) The more you talk about your flaws, the more perfect you become in society's eyes, (xv) Peace is the only battle worth fighting for, (xvi) In order to better understand the world, you will have to turn away from it, (xvii) The more the people talk about something, the less they know about it, (xviii) The less someone cares about others, the less he cares about himself, (xix) the more you hate a trait in others, the more likely you are avoiding it in your own self, (xx) Those who can't trust others can't be trusted, and finally (xxi) No matter what it is, at the end of the day, the less is always the more.
Ace The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing
Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things To yield with a grace to reason And bow and accept at the end Of a love or a season.
All our progress is an unfolding, like a vegetable bud. You have first an instinct, then an opinion, then a knowledge as the plant has root, bud, and fruit. Trust the instinct to the end, though you can render no reason.
And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not.
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
I agree with every word you write, and I can prove this in no better way than by taking your advice from beginning to end.
I've discovered that researching family descendants is similar to putting a mouse into a puzzle box to find the cheese. Every time you think you're on the right path, you hit a dead end.
If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth - only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.
In the end the aggressors always destroy themselves, making way for others who know how to cooperate and get along. Life is much less a competitive struggle for survival than a triumph of cooperation and creativity.
It is not the critic that counts not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or the doer of deeds could have them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the Arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood who strives valiantly who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming but he who does actually strive to do the deed who knows the great devotion who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls, who know neither victory nor defeat.
It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again. Because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, he who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat".
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
Life is not meaningful to us unless serving an end beyond itself, unless it is of value to someone else.