|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde:
Conscience is but the name which cowardice
Fleeing from battle scrawls upon its shield.
You understand me, boy?
I do, your Grace,
And will in all things carry out the creed
Which you have taught me.
I never heard your Grace
So much in the vein for preaching; let the Cardinal
Look to his laurels, sir.
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Summer by Edith Wharton:
just herd together like the heathen."
He went on, explaining in somewhat technical language
how the little colony of squatters had contrived to
keep the law at bay, and Charity, with burning
eagerness, awaited young Harney's comment; but the
young man seemed more concerned to hear Mr. Royall's
views than to express his own.
"I suppose you've never been up there yourself?" he
"Yes, I have," said Mr. Royall with a contemptuous
laugh. "The wiseacres down here told me I'd be done
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Z. Marcas by Honore de Balzac:
for nothing but a loan that might enable him to purchase a house in
Paris, the qualification required by law. Richard III. asked for
nothing but his horse.
In three years Marcas had made his man--one of the fifty supposed
great statesmen who are the battledores with which two cunning players
toss the ministerial portfolios exactly as the man behind the puppet-
show hits Punch against the constable in his street theatre, and
counts on always getting paid. This man existed only by Marcas, but he
had just brains enough to appreciate the value of his "ghost" and to
know that Marcas, if he ever came to the front, would remain there,
would be indispensable, while he himself would be translated to the