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Those who are compassionate when they should be tough will be tough when they should be compassionate.
Those who are compassionate when they should be tough will be tough when they should be compassionate.
Wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly
deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious read more
Wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly
deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious of preferments in
the courts of princes; they who make use of poison to show their
skill in curing it; and they who intrust women with their
secrets.
There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
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There written all
Black as the damning drops that fall
From the denouncing Angel's pen,
Ere Mercy weeps them out again.
Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
Tekel: Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting.
Commonly we say a Judgment falls upon a
Man for something in him we cannot abide.
Commonly we say a Judgment falls upon a
Man for something in him we cannot abide.
When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning read more
When thou attended gloriously from heaven,
Shalt in the sky appear, and from thee send
Thy summoning archangels to proclaim
Thy dread tribunal.
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse read more
Mad in the judgment of the mob, sane, perhaps, in yours.
[Lat., Demens
Judicio vulgi, sanus fortasse tuo.]
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one read more
We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It's one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it's another to think that yours is the only path.
In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little read more
In other men we faults may spy,
And blame the mote that dims their eye;
Each little speck and blemish find,
To our own stronger errors blind.