|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Light of Western Stars by Zane Grey:
tatters. Helen had preserved a remnant of style, as well as of
pride, and perhaps a little strength. But her face was white,
her eyes were big, and she limped. "Majesty!" she exclaimed.
"What did you want to do to us? Kill us outright or make us
homesick?" Of all of them, however, Ambrose's wife, Christine,
the little French maid, had suffered the most in that long ride.
She was unaccustomed to horses. Ambrose had to carry her into the
big tent. Florence persuaded Madeline to leave the fire, and
when they went in with the others Dorothy was wailing because her
wet boots would not come off, Mrs. Beck was weeping and trying to
direct a Mexican woman to unfasten her bedraggled dress, and
The Light of Western Stars
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Fisherman's Luck by Henry van Dyke:
on the edge of Paradise. But why not turn the surprise around, and
make it pleasant instead of disagreeable? Why not look at the
contrast from the side that we liked best?
It was not necessary that everybody should take the same view of
life that pleased us. The world would not get on very well without
people who preferred parlour-cars to canoes, and patent-leather
shoes to India-rubber boots, and ten-course dinners to picnics in
the woods. These good people were unconsciously toiling at the hard
and necessary work of life in order that we, of the chosen and
fortunate few, should be at liberty to enjoy the best things in the
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Captain Stormfield by Mark Twain:
The man who don't get his reward on earth, needn't bother - he will
get it here, sure."
"But why did they throw off on Shakespeare, that way, and put him
away down there below those shoe-makers and horse-doctors and
knife-grinders - a lot of people nobody ever heard of?"
"That is the heavenly justice of it - they warn't rewarded
according to their deserts, on earth, but here they get their
rightful rank. That tailor Billings, from Tennessee, wrote poetry
that Homer and Shakespeare couldn't begin to come up to; but nobody
would print it, nobody read it but his neighbors, an ignorant lot,
and they laughed at it. Whenever the village had a drunken frolic