Wear your learning, like your watch, in a private pocket and do not pull it out and strike it, merely to show that you have one.
Weird, isn't it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you'll never hear a robin's song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened with a tick of rose and the cold morning air has lost its bite. It's spring once again, the streets are paved with mud and the hills are alive with the sound of mosquitos.
Were there but one virtuous man in the world, he would hold up his head with confidence and honor; he would shame the world, and not the world him.
What a man can do and suffer is unknown to himself till some occasion presents itself which draws out the hidden power. Just as one sees not in the water of an unruffled pond the fury and roar with which it can dash down a steep rock without injury to itself, or how high it is capable of rising; or as little as one can suspect the latent heat in ice-cold water.
What a waste it is to lose one's mind. Or not to have a mind is being very wasteful. How true that is.
What actually makes one experienced isn't just what he or she has encountered. Rather, it's what he or she was able to do with it.
What actually makes one experienced isn't just what he/she has encountered. Rather, it's what he/she was able to do with what he/she has encountered.
What do I do? I am so sick of being alone. Not having someone else who can share my company. No one to go to when I’m alone or feeling down. Everyone else has had someone at one point. Felt the joy of another human’s touch. But not I. For I have yet to feel the warm embrace of the opposite sex. Still with no idea what a simple kiss is like. And yet there are others who partake in far greater bounties than I can ever imagine. Worse yet, they lack intelligence and haven’t the slightest idea what they have. They take things for granted and don’t have a care in the world. But it is all fine in the end. For there is an eternal balance to everything that happens. They may have their forbidden fruit, but it is that very thing that has poisoned their minds and made them oblivious to the truths of life. The hidden wonders that can only be learned over time. Between the two I prefer my scenario. I may miss out on wonderful bounties now, but they become available to everyone eventually. And I am very patient. Besides, by waiting just a little longer I can understand things now that will take them years to even think of. I count myself lucky. If not in society’s eye but in my eye. Because I know that in the future everything will work out for the better. Such is the way of things to always have a balance. One day I will be with that person. That one special someone to share my life and happiness with. So, what do I do? Well, I am going to wait. Not forever, but for that opportune time when I know I will be able to change everything. I will wait and endure the status quo to one day experience the balance. I have told you what I will do. Now, what will you do?
What evokes true happiness is never acquiring everything one needs/wants. Rather, true happiness evokes only from looking beyond your/one's lacks/deficiencies/needs/wants.
What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.
What in fact have I achieved, however much it may seem Bits and pieces trivialities. But here they won't tolerate anything else, or anything more. If I wanted to take one step in advance of the current views and opinions of the day, that would put paid to any power I have. Do you know what we are those of us who count as pillars of society We are society's tools, neither more nor less.
What is a husband He is the one who, with a touch, can bring back the starlight and glow of years long ago. At least he hopes he can-don't disappoint him.
What is it about genus arboretum that socks us in the figurative solar plexus We see a logging truck go cruising down the road, stacked with a bunch of those fresh-cut giants, we feel like we lost a brother. Next thing you know, we're in The Brick, we're flopping money down on the bar. Wood. We're under a roof. Wood. We're walking the floors. Wood. Grabbing a pool cue. That's wood. Our friends in the forest carry a set of luggage from the mythical baggage carousel. Tree of life, tree of knowledge, family tree, Buddha's Bodhi tree. Page one of life, in the beginning. Genesis 322. Adam and Eve. They're kicking back in the garden of Eden and boom, they get an eviction notice. Why is that Lest they should also take of the tree of life, eat and live forever. A definitive Yahweh no-no. Be good to yourself, go out and plant a wet one on a tree.
What is the first business of one who practices philosophy To get rid of self-conceit. For it is impossible for anyone to begin to learn that which he thinks he already knows.
What is the first business of one who practices philosophy? To get rid of self-conceit. For it is impossible for anyone to begin to learn that which he thinks he already knows.