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In a narrow circle the mind contracts.
Man grows with his expanded needs.
[Ger., Im engen Kreis read more
In a narrow circle the mind contracts.
Man grows with his expanded needs.
[Ger., Im engen Kreis verengert sich der Sinn.
Es wachst der Mensch mit seinen grossern Zwecken.]
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.
Alas! worse every day! this colony grows backward like the tail
of a calf.
[Lat., Heu quotidie pejus! read more
Alas! worse every day! this colony grows backward like the tail
of a calf.
[Lat., Heu quotidie pejus! haec colonia retroversus crescit
tanquam coda vituli.]
And so all growth that is not towards God
Is growing to decay.
And so all growth that is not towards God
Is growing to decay.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
"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.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
Gard'ner, for telling me these news of woe,
Pray God the plants thou graft'st may never grow.
'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.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
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Nor deem the irrevocable Past,
As wholly wasted, wholly vain,
If, rising on its wrecks, at last
To something nobler we attain.
