Great Throughts Treasury

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William Shakespeare

O hateful hands, to tear such loving words! Injurious wasps, to feed on such sweet honey, and kill the bees, that yield it, with your stings! I'll kiss each several paper for amends. Look, here is writ — kind Julia. — Unkind Julia! As in revenge of thy ingratitude, I throw thy name against the bruising stones, trampling contemptuously on thy disdain. And here is writ — love-wounded Proteus. Poor wounded name! My bosom, as a bed, shall lodge thee, till thy wound be thoroughly healed; and thus I search it with a sovereign kiss. But twice or thrice was Proteus written down. Be calm, good wind, blow not a word away, till I have found each letter in the letter, except mine own name: that some whirlwind bear unto a ragged, fearful, hanging rock, and throw it thence into the raging sea! Lo, here in one line is his name twice writ, — Poor forlorn Proteus, passionate Proteus, to the sweet Julia. That I'll tear away; and yet I will not, sith so prettily he couples it to his complaining names. Thus will I fold them one upon another, now kiss, embrace, contend, do what you will. Two Gentlemen from Verona, Act i, Scene 2

Happy | Men | Mother |

William Shakespeare

O, let us have him, for his silver hairs will purchase us a good opinion, and buy men's voices to commend our deeds.

Books |

William Shakespeare

PETRUCHIO: It shall be what o'clock I say it is. HORENSIO: Why, so this gallant will command the sun.

Good |

William Shakespeare

Our courteous Antony, whom ne'er the word of 'no' woman heard speak, being barbered ten times o'er, goes to the feast, and for his ordinary pays his heart for what his eyes eat only.

Man | Music | Right | Wrong |

William Shakespeare

One will of mine to make thy large Will more.

Music |

William Shakespeare

O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; no more of that.

Appetite | Father | Heaven | Little | Mother | Nature | Rank | Tears | Wants | Old | Think |

Kautilya, aka Chanakya or Vishnu Gupta NULL

A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.

Day | Good | Husband | Mother | Wife |

Edwin Percy Whipple

A composition which dazzles at first sight by gaudy epithets, or brilliant turns or expression, or glittering trains of imagery, may fade gradually from the mind, leaving no enduring impression; but words which flow fresh and warm from a full heart, and which are instinct with the life and breath of human feeling, pass into household memories, and partake of the immortality of the affections from which they spring.

Little | Man |

Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Public feeling now is apt to side with the persecuted, and our modern martyr is full as likely to be smothered with roses as with coals.

Care | Culture | Light |

Hu Shih, or Hú Shì

On the basis of biological, sociological, and historical knowledge, we should recognize that the individual self is subject to death or decay, but the sum total of individual achievement, for better or worse, lives on in the immortality of The Larger.

Poetry | Writing | Friends |

Hu Shih, or Hú Shì

In the year 1915 a series of trivial incidents led some Chinese students in Cornell University to take up the question of reforming the Chinese language.

Culture |

Hu Shih, or Hú Shì

And lastly, the political revolutions from 1911 to the present time have done more to bring about tremendous social changes everywhere than even the economic and industrial changes and the new schools.

Culture | Language | Learning |

Ishvarakrishna, aka Iśvarakṛṣṇa NULL

The primary dispositions are innate; the acquired ones, like virtue and the rest, depend on the instruments. The uterine germ and the rest belong to the effect.

Action |

Ishvarakrishna, aka Iśvarakṛṣṇa NULL

The subtle body (linga) is primeval, unconfined, constant, composed of the principles (tattvas) beginning with Intellect (mahat) and ending with the subtle elements (tanmatras). It transmigrates, free from experience, and is tinged with dispositions (bhavas).

Mother | Parents |

Elif Safak

The Iron Rule of prudence for an Istanbulite Woman: If you are as fragile as a tea glass, either find a way to never encounter burning water and hope to marry an ideal husband or get yourself laid and broken as soon as possible. Alternatively, stop being a tea-glass woman!

Light | Child |

Elif Safak

It is so demanding to be born into a house full of women, where everyone loves you so overwhelmingly that they end up suffocating with their love; a house where you, as the only child, have to be more mature than all the adults around... But the problem is that they want me to become everything they themselves couldn't accomplish in life... As a result, I had to work my butt off to fulfill all their dreams at the same time.

Culture | Good | People |

Elif Safak

Another base unit and being alone are two different things, when be lonely It's easy to fool yourself and think you you are going on the right path but being alone is better for us because it means you will be alone without feeling you are single , but in the end, it is best that you are looking for one person serve as a mirror for you to remember that you cannot really see yourself, but at the heart of another person and the existence of God P inside.

Creativity | Men | Mother | Parents | Passion |

Elif Safak

Writers are selfish people who do not like to draw attention to this fact.

Daughter | Love | Mind | Mother |

Eli Pariser

The creativity and ingenuity that have driven the Internet have always relied on an open platform where the haves and have-nots get treated equally. This e-mail tax system is a big step toward dismantling that system.

Culture | Influence | Money |

Elizabeth Bowen, Full name Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen

Square cattle moved in the fields like saints, with a mindless certainty. Single trees, on a rath, at the turn of the road, drew up light at their roots. Only the massed trees – spread like a rug to dull some keenness, break some contact between self and senses perilous to the routine of living – only the trees of the demesne were dark, exhaling darkness. Down among them, dusk would stream up the paths ahead, lie stagnant over the lawns, would mount in the tank of garden, heightening the walls, dulling the borders like a rain of ashes. Dusk would lie where one looked as though it were in one’s eyes, as though the fountain of darkness were in one’s own perception. Seen from above, the house in its pit of trees seemed a very reservoir of obscurity; from the doors one must come out stained with it. And the kitchen smoke, lying over the vague trees doubtfully, seemed to be the very fume of living.

Culture | Spirit |