This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
Some people regret that they have poor memories. Alas! it is much more difficult to forget.
The place where forgiveness begins is a troubled, anxious heart. You will never be able to forgive anybody until you yourself are deeply disturbed. To be able to forgive we must come down from the citadel of pride, from the stronghold of hate and anger, from the high place where all emotions that issue from one's sense of being wronged shout only for vengeance and retaliation.
Anger | Character | Emotions | Forgiveness | Hate | Heart | Pride | Retaliation | Sense | Vengeance | Will | Forgiveness | Forgive |
It is a common sense and self-interest to refrain from lashing out immediately to avenge an injury. A higher level of humanity is entirely overcoming feelings of vengeance in one’s heart. This is the glory of the morally wise man.
Character | Common Sense | Feelings | Glory | Heart | Humanity | Man | Self | Self-interest | Sense | Vengeance | Wise |
Be avaricious of time; do not give any moment without receiving it in value; only allow hours to go from you with as much regret as you give to your gold; do not allow a single day to pass without increasing the treasure of your knowledge and virtue.
Day | Gold | Knowledge | Regret | Time | Virtue | Virtue | Wisdom |
Almost all men are over-anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste fore natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor; and on they go as their fathers went before them, till, weary and sick at heart, they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood.
Childhood | Heart | Honor | Life | Life | Men | Progress | Regret | Taste | Time | Wealth | Wisdom | World |
He who slays a sleeping man takes vengeance on the absent.
Never utter a word in private which you would regret to have heard in public.
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.