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Richard Henry Stoddard (1825–1903) American poet
The Flight of Youth.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“Thus we have reached the point, it is painful to recognize, where the only persons accounted wise are those who can reduce the pursuit of wisdom to a profitable traffic.”
Quin eo deventum est ut iam (proh dolor!) non existimentur sapientes nisi qui mercennarium faciunt studium sapientiae.
Giovanni Pico della Mirandola book Oration on the Dignity of Man
24. 155; translation by A. Robert Caponigri
Oration on the Dignity of Man (1496)
Cyril Connolly book Enemies of Promise
Source: Enemies of Promise (1938), Part 1: Predicament, Ch. 5: Anatomy of Dandyism (p.38)
Baba Hari Dass (1923–2018) master yogi, author, builder, commentator of Indian spiritual tradition
Bhagavad Gita, Ch II, verse 38
Srimad Bhagavad Gita, Ch. I-VI, 2013
John Locke book Some Thoughts Concerning Education
Sec. 115
Some Thoughts Concerning Education (1693)
Lois McMaster Bujold Vorkosigan Saga
Yes, he thought, the good face pain. But the great—they embrace it.
Aftermaths (p. 253)
Vorkosigan Saga, Shards of Honor (1986)
Paul Simon (1941) American musician, songwriter and producer
I Am a Rock
Song lyrics, Sounds of Silence (1966)
Robert Penn Warren (1905–1989) American poet, novelist, and literary critic
"A Way to Love God", New and Selected Poems 1923–1985 (1985)
Context: I cannot recall what I started to tell you, but at least
I can say how night-long I have lain under the stars and
Heard mountains moan in their sleep. By daylight,
They remember nothing, and go about their lawful occasions
Of not going anywhere except in slow disintegration. At night
They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember.
So moan. Their's is the perfected pain of conscience that
Of forgetting the crime, and I hope you have not suffered it. I have.
Abraham Joshua Heschel (1907–1972) Polish-American Conservative Judaism Rabbi
"The Holy Dimension", p. 334
Moral Grandeur and Spiritual Audacity: Essays (1997)
Context: Only those who are spiritually imitators, only people who are afraid to be grateful and too weak to be loyal, have nothing but the present moment. The mark of nobility is inherited possession. To a noble person it is a holy joy to remember, an overwhelming thrill to be grateful, while to a person whose character is neither rich nor strong, gratitude is a most painful sensation. The secret of wisdom is never to get lost in a momentary mood or passion, never to forget a friendship over a momentary grievance, never to lose sight of the lasting values over a transitory episode.
Julian of Norwich (1342–1416) English theologian and anchoress
The Sixteenth Revelation, Chapter 76
Context: The soul that willeth to be in rest when other man’s sin cometh to mind, he shall flee it as the pain of hell, seeking unto God for remedy, for help against it. For the beholding of other man’s sins, it maketh as it were a thick mist afore the eyes of the soul, and we cannot, for the time, see the fairness of God, but if we may behold them with contrition with him, with compassion on him, and with holy desire to God for him. For without this it harmeth and tempesteth and hindereth the soul that beholdeth them. For this I understood in the Shewing of Compassion.
Hartley Coleridge (1796–1849) British poet, biographer, essayist, and teacher
Sylphs
Poems (1851), Prometheus
Context: The glad sons of the deliver'd earth
Shall yearly raise their multitudinous voice,
Hymning great Jove, the God of Liberty!
Then he grew proud, yet gentle in his pride,
And full of tears, which well became his youth,
As showers do spring. For he was quickly moved,
And joy'd to hear sad stories that we told
Of what we saw on earth, of death and woe,
And all the waste of time. Then would he swear
That he would conquer time; that in his reign
It never should be winter; he would have
No pain, no growing old, no death at all.
And that the pretty damsels, whom we said
He must not love, for they would die and leave him,
Should evermore be young and beautiful;
Or, if they must go, they should come again,
Like as the flowers did. Thus he used to prate,
Till we almost believed him.