I have fallen out with myself, / I am placed in total danger; / I cannot live with myself / Nor can I flee from me.
In pain, I used to flee from people, / Before this pain grew so much: / Now I would even flee / From myself, if from myself I could.
What hope or what end do I expect / From the vain labor that I follow, / Since I carry myself with me, / Such a great enemy of myself?
In pain, I used to flee from people, / Before this pain grew so much: / Now I would even flee / From myself, if from myself I could.
What hope or what end do I expect / From the vain labor that I follow, / Since I carry myself with me, / Such a great enemy of myself?
Whatever is great and good in our own age is wholly due to this, that noble and strong men in the past have for the sake of ideas made sacrifice of all the enjoyments of life."
“He that goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he that goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, lives as he ought to do, and dies an
honest fellow.”
Excerpt From
Castle Rackrent and Ennui
Maria Edgeworth
Readdiction
This man is a crazy philosopher.
Wanna give him a read? Just, don’t pick up his book and start gulping down. Rather, read this and it will cover the whole essence of the book and do read this very ironically long guide of his book 😅😅
Forwarded from Gracefully Gritty (AN)
It's all vain
Wherever you look, you see only vanity on earth.
What this one builds today, that one tears down tomorrow;
Where there are cities now, there will be a meadow,
On which a shepherd's child will play with the flocks;
Wherever you look, you see only vanity on earth.
What this one builds today, that one tears down tomorrow;
Where there are cities now, there will be a meadow,
On which a shepherd's child will play with the flocks;
Give me the strength never to disown
the poor
Or bend my knees before insolent
might.
Give me the strength
To raise my head high above daily
trifles.
And give me the strength
To surrender my strength to Thy will
with love.
Tagore
the poor
Or bend my knees before insolent
might.
Give me the strength
To raise my head high above daily
trifles.
And give me the strength
To surrender my strength to Thy will
with love.
Tagore
We are what we repeatedly do.
Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.
Aristotle
Excellence, then, is not an act but a habit.
Aristotle
And we forget because we must
And not because we will
Matthew Arnold, ‘Absence’ (1852)
The first person to row solo across the Tasman sea was Colin Quincey in 1977. The next successful solo crossing was completed by his son, Shaun Quincey, in 2010.