But, as the saying had it, old professors never die, they merely lose their faculties.
With hope, Nietzsche argued, we are foolish enough to believe there is a point to existence, an end and a promise.
Besides, I can hear the beasts stamping and lowing in the back. I’d know their moo anywhere. That baby is a thief and I demand –.
It is easier to hide a hundred mountains from a jealous wife than one mistress.
Nestor considered awhile before speaking, a habit of his that irked many but which guaranteed that nothing foolish ever came from his mouth.
For a year she taught him how to look into the hearts and judge the intentions of others. How to imagine and how to reason. How to find the strength to let passions cool before acting. How to make a plan and how to know when a plan needed to be changed or abandoned. How to let the head rule the heart and the heart win the affection of others.
So perhaps we are all hypocrites. We damn others for what we fear as faults in ourselves. We rehearse the shortcomings of ‘people’ as a means of warding off the evil spirits that threaten us. It is certainly observable that those who most notice another’s excessive drinking, for instance, are those most worried about their own habit.
Thoroughly Thought Through.
As all travellers know, the experience of a foreign country teaches about your own.
Well, there is one thing. Perhaps you could change the child’s name.” “Change his name?” said Amphitryon. “How would that help?” “If you were to call him ‘Hera’s glory’ for instance? ‘Hera’s pride.’” And so it was decided. From now on Alcides would be called Heracles.
You choose to submit to it. Such is the paradox of living. We willingly accept that we have no will.
In the early days of gods and men, the divine trod the earth with mortals, befriended them, ravished them, coupled with them, punished them, tormented them, transformed them into flowers, trees, birds, and bugs, and in all ways interacted, intersected, intertwined, interbred, interpenetrated, and interfered with us.
I had a disturbing dream last night. Most disturbing. Would you like to hear it?” “Absolutely,” lies Zeus, who has, in common with us all, a horror of hearing the details of anyone else’s dreams.
Someone once said that all autobiography is a form of revenge. It can also be a form of thank-you letter.
No, blasphemy only threatens those whose faith in their religion is weak.
The discarded animals – the failures – had been the hippopotamus, the giraffe, the camel, the donkey, and the zebra, each one getting closer to the perfect dimensions, beauty, and balance of the horse.
POLYHYMNIA was the Muse of hymns, of sacred music, dance, poetry, and rhetoric as well as – slightly randomly one might think – agriculture, pantomime, geometry, and meditation. I suppose today we would call her “the Muse of mindfulness.
Here Phaeton lies who in the sun-god’s chariot fared. And though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared.
A little Learning is a dang’rous Thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian Spring.
We are playing the most artistic and beautiful game man ever devised. Of course I’ll cunting well cheat.