People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them poisoned.
It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others we feel resentful when it doesnt and when it does we may well reject it.
Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying ourselves.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference.
To see ourselves as others see us can be eye-opening. To see others as sharing a nature with ourselves is the merest decency. But it is from the far more difficult achievement of seeing ourselves amongst others as a local example of the forms human life has locally taken a case among cases a world among worlds that the largeness of mind without which objectivity is self-congratulation and tolerance a sham comes.
However much we guard ourselves against it we tend to shape ourselves in the image others have of us. It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.
I once complained to my father that I didnt seem to be able to do things the same way other people did. Dads advice? Margo dont be a sheep. People hate sheep. They eat sheep.
When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain and Think of Things you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.
From childhoods hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved I loved alone. Then- in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by From the thunder and the storm And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
Just as I support my life neither by robbery nor alms but by my own effort so I do not seek to derive my happiness from the injury or the favour others of but earn it by my own achievement. Just as I do not consider the pleasure of others as the goal of my life so I do not consider my pleasure as the goal of the lives of others. Just as there are no contradictions in my values and no conflicts among my desires so there are no victims and no conflicts of interest among rational men men who do not desire the unearned and do not view one another with a cannibals lust men who neither make sacrifice nor accept them.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
If I have not seen as far as others it is because giants were standing on my shoulders.
We think as we do mainly because other people think so.
Some folks rail against other folks because other folks have what some folks would be glad of.
I have never been able to conceive how any rational being could propose happiness to himself from the exercise of power over others.
If I have seen farther than others it is because I was standing on the shoulders of giants.
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.
Service to others is the rent which you pay for your room here on earth.
To live happily with other people one should ask of them only what they can give.
If we do not maintain Justice Justice will not maintain us.
Know ye not why We created you all from the same dust? That no one should exalt himself over the other.
People who treat other people as less than human must not be surprised when the bread they have cast on the waters comes floating back to them poisoned.
It is up to us to give ourselves recognition. If we wait for it to come from others we feel resentful when it doesnt and when it does we may well reject it.
Everyone alters and is altered by everyone else. We are all the time taking in portions of one another or else reacting against them and by these involuntary acquisitions and repulsions modifying ourselves.
For you to be successful sacrifices must be made. Its better that they are made by others but failing that youll have to make them yourself.
The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other as just as fair And having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood and I I took the one less traveled by And that has made all the difference.
To see ourselves as others see us can be eye-opening. To see others as sharing a nature with ourselves is the merest decency. But it is from the far more difficult achievement of seeing ourselves amongst others as a local example of the forms human life has locally taken a case among cases a world among worlds that the largeness of mind without which objectivity is self-congratulation and tolerance a sham comes.
If you dont like yourself you cant like other people.
Do not unto others that which is hateful unto thee.
However much we guard ourselves against it we tend to shape ourselves in the image others have of us. It is not so much the example of others we imitate as the reflection of ourselves in their eyes and the echo of ourselves in their words.
I once complained to my father that I didnt seem to be able to do things the same way other people did. Dads advice? Margo dont be a sheep. People hate sheep. They eat sheep.
Lifes most persistent and urgent question is What are you doing for others?
We gain nothing by being with such as ourselves; we encourage each other in mediocrity. I am always longing to be with men more excellent than myself.
We probably wouldnt worry about what people think of us if we could know how seldom they do.
When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain and Think of Things you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it.
I quote others only the better to express myself.
If I have seen further than others it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.
We are usually convinced more easily by reasons we have found ourselves than by those which have occurred to others.
From childhoods hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved I loved alone. Then- in my childhood in the dawn Of a most stormy life- was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent or the fountain From the red cliff of the mountain From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by From the thunder and the storm And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.
Just as I support my life neither by robbery nor alms but by my own effort so I do not seek to derive my happiness from the injury or the favour others of but earn it by my own achievement. Just as I do not consider the pleasure of others as the goal of my life so I do not consider my pleasure as the goal of the lives of others. Just as there are no contradictions in my values and no conflicts among my desires so there are no victims and no conflicts of interest among rational men men who do not desire the unearned and do not view one another with a cannibals lust men who neither make sacrifice nor accept them.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
We must not allow other peoples limited perceptions to define us.
Example is not the main thing in influencing others. It is the only thing.
Live simply that others might simply live.
Other mens sins are before our eyes; our own are behind our backs.
Dont worry too much about what people think because they seldom do.
Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so too.
We teach people how to remember we never teach them how to grow.
Some of us learn from other people?s mistakes and the rest of us have to be other people.