
St. 23.
Morituri Salutamus http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/longfellow/19229 (1875)
"A Lost Chord".
Legends and Lyrics: Second Series (1861)
St. 23.
Morituri Salutamus http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/longfellow/19229 (1875)
“Every discord is a harmony not understood. Happiness is a disease, and pain, a medicine.”
The Way to Peace, Power and Long Life (1945), p. 121 (2001 edition)
Source: Hawthorn and Lavender (1901), XXI
Context: Love, which is lust, is the Lamp in the Tomb.
Love, which is lust, is the Call from the Gloom.
Love, which is lust, is the Main of Desire.
Love, which is lust, is the Centric Fire.
So man and woman will keep their trust,
Till the very Springs of the Sea run dust.
Yea, each with the other will lose and win,
Till the very Sides of the Grave fall in.
For the strife of Love's the abysmal strife,
And the word of Love is the Word of Life.
And they that go with the Word unsaid,
Though they seem of the living, are damned and dead.
“She walks the waters like a thing of life,
And seems to dare the elements to strife.”
Canto I, stanza 3.
The Corsair (1814)
“Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget
Divinest harmonies.”
Love's Suicide, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
In p. 18
The Long March: Profile of Prime Minister Chandra Shekhar
Variant: Three Rules of Work:
Out of clutter find simplicity.
From discord find harmony.
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.
Source: The Quotable Einstein
The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
Context: It was the fairy of the place,
Moving within a little light,
Who touched with dim and shadowy grace
The conflict at its fever height.
It seemed to whisper 'Quietness,'
Then quietly itself was gone:
Yet echoes of its mute caress
Were with me as the years went on.
“One of the advantages of a great sorrow is that nothing else seems painful.”
Memoirs of J. Casanova de Seingalt (1894)