Saw this while reading an article. Posted by username MolBio.
Human stupidity is a renewable resource.
Human stupidity is a renewable resource.
A hurtful act is the transference to others of the degradation which we bear in ourselves.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams."
A science which does not bring us nearer to God is worthless.
The highest ecstasy is the attention at its fullest.
Absolute unmixed attention is prayer.
If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.
Andromeda said:I couldn't find a thread for poems, so I am posting this here. :) We have a very old framed copy of this poem hanging in our kitchen that I stop to re-read every once in a great while. Last night, I read it again, and thought to share it. Of course, it applies to all the daughters of the world, too!!
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
~Rudyard Kipling
Mother Teresathe fruit of silence is prayer
the fruit of prayer is faith
the fruit of faith is love
the fruit of love is service
the fruit of service is peace.
Gandalf said:Absolutely amazing Andromeda. I have the french version at work for as long as 25 years and I was reading it again a couple of days ago telling myself to try to find the english version as to be able to post it on the forum. It is such a beautiful poem and such an inspiration.
And here it is.
Thank you