“Benevolence is the heart of man, and rightness his road. Sad it is indeed when a man gives up the right road… and allows his heart to stray without enough sense to go after it.”
Mencius in Mencius
“Benevolence is the heart of man, and rightness his road. Sad it is indeed when a man gives up the right road… and allows his heart to stray without enough sense to go after it.”
Mencius in Mencius
“this link between art and the sacred stems from the very fibres of man in all civilizations; specialists in prehistorical times confirm this fact for us, and as early as the appearance of cave art…. Still today it is striking to see to what extent artistic impotence is connected to the absence of the sacred.”
Regine Pernoud Those Terrible Middle Ages
In my latest Nstional Post column I say the meaning of life is not to be found in the latest gadget even if it is a watch that can tell you your blood oxygen level every three seconds.
“The amusements of mankind, at least of the English part of mankind, teach the same lesson. Our shooting, our hunting, our traveling, our climbing have become laborious pursuits. It is a common saying abroad that ‘an Englishman’s notion of a holiday is a fatiguing journey’…”
Walter Bagehot Physics and Politics [the “lesson” being about our inherited, possibly excessive predisposition to action]
“Men have never been good, they are not good and they never will be good.”
Karl Barth, Christliche Gemeinde quoted in Mackenzie Institute Newsletter July 2002
“The alternative to perfection of self is perfection of others: Either I will concentrate on me and my welfare or on others and their welfare; in other words, mind my own business or mind other people’s business.”
Leonard Read Let Freedom Reign
“If a man thinks about his physical or moral state, he usually discovers that he is ill.”
Goethe, quoted as “Thought du jour” in Globe & Mail July 10, 2000
“Remembrance is the only paradise out of which we cannot be driven away. Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume. Remembrances last longer than present realities; I have preserved blossoms for many years, but never fruits.”
Bruce Lee, Striking Thoughts