While it was well within their powers to toy around with mortals like hapless puppets, deeper human workings remained elusive to them. The heart, the soul, the very foundation of man’s nature-those were mysteries to the gods, for all their manipulations.
That’s what makes it so right. Your eyes-your soul is there, but the rest of you is still so undefined. That’s the beauty of childhood. The eyes show everything you’ve seen so far, but the rest of you is still so open to possibility, to whatever you might become.
When one has thoroughly got imbued into one’s head the leading truth that nothing happens without a cause, one grows not only large-minded, but large-hearted.
CAN is the enemy of DO.
The truth is, you can never really know a man until you’ve loaned him money. And you can never know a woman until you’ve slept in her bed.
There’s nothing as useful as the truth, in terms of ruining anyone’s day, week, month, year, decade, or life… Unless, of course, you own a remotely operated automatic flamethrower-drone-tower and have some marinated pork-chops on your person, to lure unsuspecting dogs in close proximity to it, but since dogs don’t really have lives – by using this specific method of torture, you can only improve the remaining few seconds of their existence.
The truth to reconcile these truths he found in the experience of men, which the men of his generation must have realized far beyond others, that pain and error have their purpose and their use: they are steps of the ladder of knowledge: God, whose law it is that he who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despite, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God. A great and lonely thinker. Only
Take the anchor, there. The first meaning of that is hope, because hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don’t give way.
Edward, Edward,” he said with a patronising smile, “there are no unanswered questions of any relevance. Every question that we need to ask has been answered fully. If you can’t find the correct answer then you are obviously asking the wrong question.
Memory is the scribe of the soul