| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from King Henry VI by William Shakespeare: For Warwick is a subtle orator,
And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words.
By this account then Margaret may win him,
For she's a woman to be pitied much.
Her sighs will make a batt'ry in his breast,
Her tears will pierce into a marble heart;
The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn,
And Nero will be tainted with remorse
To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears.
Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give;
She on his left side craving aid for Henry,
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Golden Sayings of Epictetus by Epictetus: young men as, after recognising their kindred to the Gods, and
their bondage in these chains of the body and its manifold
necessities, should desire to cast them off as burdens too
grievous to be borne, and depart their true kindred. This is the
struggle in which your Master and Teacher, were he worthy of the
name, should be engaged. You would come to me and say:
"Epictetus, we can no longer endure being chained to this
wretched body, giving food and drink and rest and purification:
aye, and for its sake forced to be subservient to this man and
that. Are these not things indifferent and nothing to us? Is it
not true that death is no evil? Are we not in a manner kinsmen of
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Pocket Diary Found in the Snow by Grace Isabel Colbron and Augusta Groner: and thus ruined for life. It may give the one or the other of them
a better chance for the future."
"And you? what good do you get from that?" asked the old gentleman,
astonished. A soft smile illumined the detective's plain features
and he answered gently, "I know then that there will be some poor
fellow who will have an easier time of it than I have had."
He nodded to Fellner, who had already grasped his hand and pressed
it hard. A tear ran down his grey beard, and long after Muller had
gone the old gentleman lay pondering over his last words.
Berner led the visitor to the door. As he was opening it, Muller
asked: "Has Egon Langen a bad scar on his right cheek?"
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