A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply.
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Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils read more
Yet 'tis greater skill
In a true hate to pray they have their will;
The very devils cannot plague them better.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Then let him know that hatred without end
Or intermission is between us two.
Let them hate, so long as they fear.
[Lat., Oderint, dum metuant.]
Let them hate, so long as they fear.
[Lat., Oderint, dum metuant.]
He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne read more
He who is hated by all can not expect to live long.
[Fr., Qui vit hai de tous ne saurait longtemps vivre.]
In time we hate that which we often fear.
In time we hate that which we often fear.
There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
Hatreds are the cinders of affection.
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that read more
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not,
but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio,
sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
