Tagged: Analects

Analects of the Core #123

This is rather as if you imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, ‘This is an interesting world I find myself in – an interesting hole I find myself in – fits me rather neatly, doesn’t it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!’ [...]

Analects of the Core #122

The mind is it’s own place, and in itself Can make a Heav’n of Hell, a Hell of Heav’n. What matter where, if I be still the same, And what I should be, all but less than hee Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th’Almighty hath not built Here [...]

Analects of the Core #121

Without knowing the force of words, it is impossible to know men. – Confucius, Analects (Book 20, Chapter 3)

Analects of the Core #120

Between friends there is no need for justice, but people who are just still need the quality of friendship; and indeed friendliness is considered to be justice in the fullest sense. It is not only a necessary thing but a splendid one. – Aristotle, Nicomachean Ethics (Book VIII, Chapter 1)

Analects of the Core #119

One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars; and the world was better for this. – Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

Analects of the Core #122

I would now like to turn to a third value that science has. It is a little more indirect, but not much. The scientist has a lot of experience with ignorance and doubt and uncertainty, and this experience is of very great importance, I think. When a scientist doesn’t know the answer to a problem, [...]

Analects of the Core #118

The more efficient causes of progress seem to consist of a good education during youth whilst the brain is impressible, and of a high standard of excellence, inculcated by the ablest and best men, embodied in the laws, customs and traditions of the nation, and enforced by public opinion. It should, however, be borne in [...]

Analects of the Core #117

Friend, let me put it in the plainest way. My mother says I am his son; I know not surely.  Who has known his own engendering? I wish at least I had some happy man as father, growing old in his house– but unknown death and silence are the fate of him that, since you [...]

Analects of the Core #116

For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. – Genesis 3:19

Analects of the Core #115

Humans are born, they live, then they die, this is the order that the gods have decreed. But until the end comes, enjoy your life, spend it in happiness, not despair. Savor your food, make each of your days a delight, bathe and anoint yourself, wear bright clothes that are sparkling clean, let music and [...]