All knowledge is interesting to a wise man.
Submitted by jaybug about 5 years ago
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Not like the men of the crowd
Who all round me to-day
Bluster or cringe, and make life
Hideous, and arid, and vile;
But souls tempered with fire,
Fervent, heroic, and good,
Helpers and friends of mankind
Submitted by Rajat about 5 years ago
Resolve to find thyself; and to know that he who finds himself, loses his misery
Submitted by laura over 6 years ago
Have something to say, and say it as clearly as you can. That is the only secret of style.
The main effort, for now many years, has been a critical effort; the endeavours, in all branches of knowledge—theology, philosophy, history, art, science—to see the object as in itself it really is.
The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion.
In poetry, no less than in life, he is ‘a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain’.
And bade betwixt their shores to be
The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.
Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole:
The mellow glory of the Attic stage;
Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born.
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still,
Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he
Who finds himself, loses his misery.
Cruel, but composed and bland,
Dumb, inscrutable and grand,
So Tiberius might have sat,
Had Tiberius been a cat.