Don’t be ashamed to weep; ‘tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
Whatever their bodies do affects their souls. It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out…
iustificati igitur ex fide pacem habeamus ad Deum per Dominum nostrum Iesum Christum (Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ)
In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.
Ignoranti, quem portum petat, nullus suus ventus est (For those who don’t know which port they are headed to, no wind is favorable.)
천재라는 것은 참을성을 갖춘 위대한 소질에 불과하다. (Genius is nothing but a great aptitude for patience.)
The experience is not only grave but awe-inspiring. We feel it to be numinous. It is as if something of great moment had been communicated to us. The recurrent efforts of the mind to grasp- we mean, chiefly, to conceptualise- this something, are seen in the persistent tendency of humanity to provide myths with allegorical explanations. And after all allegories have been tried, the myth itself continues to feel more important than they.
The sword is sharp, the spear is long,
The arrow swift, the Gate is strong;
The heart is bold that looks on gold;
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.
故善战者，求之于势，不责于人。(The expert in battle seeks his victory from strategic advantage and does not demand it from his men.)
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
Acerbity [əˈsɜːbɪtɪ] 