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PostPosted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 11:25 pm
by Malia
Saturn wrote:“If a ruler is going to pass judgement on the life and existence of a man, who is part of the world and makes up the number of living beings, he ought to reflect long and earnestly, and not be carried away by passion to commit an act that cannot be undone.”
AMMIANIUS MARCELLINUS, Bk. XXIX, 2.18.


Very true! One great skill of leadership is to be able to step back and try to assess and understand and *then* act. Shackleton (can you tell he's my new hero? ;) ) really believed in that--and I see how right he is every day of my life. Shakleton made it a point never to speak ill of the men he worked with--either openly or privately to others. Optimism and respect was his credo.

Great quote!

PostPosted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 11:49 pm
by Saturn
I was thinking more of George W. to be honest :wink:

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:48 am
by Malia
You mean our very own Mr. Bush?

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 12:50 am
by Saturn
Well Tony Blair too :wink:

PostPosted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 11:50 pm
by Saturn
“The painted veil, by those who were, called life,
Which mimicked, as with colours idly spread,
All men believed or hoped, is torn aside;
The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains
Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man
Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless,
Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king
Over himself; just, gentle, wise: but man
Passionless? – no, yet free from guilt or pain,
Which were, for his will made or suffered them,
Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves,
From chance, and death, and mutability,
The clogs of that which else might oversoar
The loftiest star of unascended heaven,
Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound, Act III, 190-204.

PostPosted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 11:35 pm
by Saturn
Who has not suffered such agonies for love?

“…why does no hour ever come to take
away my sighs, my heavy yoke?
why are my eyes still wet by day and night?
What was it that I sought,
wretch that I am, when first my gaze
became so fixed on one fair face
that fancy carved it in a place
from which no skill nor strength,
shall move it until I become a prey
to all-dividing death!
And yet I doubt if he has so much sway.”
Petrarch, Canzoniere, L, 60-70.

Here's A Quote

PostPosted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 8:29 pm
by MonroeDoctrine
Paraphrasing from Schiller: "Render to your contemporaries what they need not what they praise," (I could be off but it is close )-----
Friedrich Schiller (I love this man).

PostPosted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 12:49 am
by Malia
"Load every rift of your subject with ore."
John Keats in a letter to Shelley, 1820

I think this is great advice to any writer. I take it to mean (in part, at least) that when you write, make sure every word you choose adds as much depth and meaning as possible. Choose words--and arrange them in such a way--that they can have stratified meanings and provide as much depth to your subject as possible.

PostPosted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 1:06 am
by Saturn
That's a great one Malia - I must have missed that one in my reading :?

PostPosted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 1:24 pm
by Saturn
“Many are the things that man
Seeing must understand.
Not seeing, how shall he know
What lies in the hand
Of time to come?”
Sophocles -Ajax

PostPosted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 12:18 pm
by Saturn
“I have an idea that a Man might pass a very pleasant life in this manner—let him on any certain day read a certain Page full of Poesy or distilled Prose and let him wander with it, and muse upon it, and reflect from it, and bring home to it, and prophesy upon it, and dream upon it—until it becomes stale—but when will it do so? Never—When Man has arrived at a certain ripeness in intellect any one grand and spiritual passage serves him as a starting post towards all ‘the two-and thirty Pallaces.’
Keats to J.H. Reynolds. 18 Feb 1818.


PostPosted: Thu Mar 02, 2006 1:02 pm
by Saturn
Three for the price of one day:

"…The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man: It cannot be matured by law & precept, but by sensation & watchfulness in itself—That which is creative must create itself.”
Keats again, To J. A. Hessey, 8 Oct 1818.


“…surely in language, thought, figures, the organisation of his (Homer’s) whole work, he passes the bounds of human genius. It takes a great man to match up to his qualities—not by rivalling them (that would be impossible) but by understanding them.”
Quintillian, Institutio oratoria, 50.


“Few are my years, and yet I feel
The world was ne’er design’d for me:
Ah! Why do dark’ning shades conceal
The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth!—wherefore did thy hated beam
Awake me to a world like this?

I loved—but those I loved are gone;
Had friends—my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone
When all its former hopes are dead!…
Byron, from ‘I would I Were a Careless Child.’

PostPosted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:51 am
by Despondence
Huh...so that was it. I started on a poem once (never finished), and always had the feeling I was copying someone - yo, Byron. Here's my feeble version of what Byron said rather better than I....

The simple joys of youthful days
And happy indolence—so scarce
In memory, and faded now they seem.
All whittled, worn, and pale;
In shades of grey they blanket
Present thought in unreal reverie,
Forgotten pleasures of the past
No longer any meaning hold.


I won't entertain you with the rest! :)

PostPosted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 7:57 am
by Despondence
At whiles (yea oftentimes) I muse over
The quality of anguish that is mine
Through Love: then pity makes my voice to pine,
Saying, "Is anyelse thus, anywhere?"

Dante Alighieri, from Vita Nuova (Rossetti's translation)

PostPosted: Fri Mar 03, 2006 10:26 am
by Saturn
Despondence wrote:I won't entertain you with the rest! :)


Oh please do :D