|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Golden Sayings of Epictetus by Epictetus:
first place, I knew that what I did aright, I did not for the
sake of lookers-on, but for my own. I ate aright--unto myself; I
kept the even tenor of my walk, my glance composed and serene--
all unto myself and unto God. Then as I fought alone, I was alone
in peril. If I did anything amiss or shameful, the cause of
Philosophy was not in me endangered; nor did I wrong the
multitude by transgressing as a professed philosopher. Wherefore
those that knew not my purpose marvelled how it came about, that
whilst all my life and conversation was passed with philosophers
without exception, I was yet none myself. And what harm that the
philosopher should be known by his acts, instead of mere outward
The Golden Sayings of Epictetus
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Time Machine by H. G. Wells:
And now it was flecked with white. A bitter cold assailed me.
Rare white flakes ever and again came eddying down. To the
north-eastward, the glare of snow lay under the starlight of the
sable sky and I could see an undulating crest of hillocks pinkish
white. There were fringes of ice along the sea margin, with
drifting masses further out; but the main expanse of that salt
ocean, all bloody under the eternal sunset, was still unfrozen.
`I looked about me to see if any traces of animal life
remained. A certain indefinable apprehension still kept me in
the saddle of the machine. But I saw nothing moving, in earth or
sky or sea. The green slime on the rocks alone testified that
The Time Machine
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Man of Business by Honore de Balzac:
she added turning to the notary.
And in this way the cabinetmaker, to whom Malaga owed a hundred
crowns, was paid.
The following personages appear in other stories of the Human Comedy.
A Distinguished Provincial at Paris
The Seamy Side of History
The Middle Classes