|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Phaedo by Plato:
Never mind him, he said.
And now, O my judges, I desire to prove to you that the real philosopher
has reason to be of good cheer when he is about to die, and that after
death he may hope to obtain the greatest good in the other world. And how
this may be, Simmias and Cebes, I will endeavour to explain. For I deem
that the true votary of philosophy is likely to be misunderstood by other
men; they do not perceive that he is always pursuing death and dying; and
if this be so, and he has had the desire of death all his life long, why
when his time comes should he repine at that which he has been always
pursuing and desiring?
Simmias said laughingly: Though not in a laughing humour, you have made me
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lysis by Plato:
had only told me' has been the silent thought of many a troubled soul. And
some things have to be indicated rather than spoken, because the very
mention of them tends to disturb the equability of friendship. The
alienation of friends, like many other human evils, is commonly due to a
want of tact and insight. There is not enough of the Scimus et hanc veniam
petimusque damusque vicissim. The sweet draught of sympathy is not
inexhaustible; and it tends to weaken the person who too freely partakes of
it. Thus we see that there are many causes which impair the happiness of
We may expect a friendship almost divine, such as philosophers have
sometimes dreamed of: we find what is human. The good of it is
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The American by Henry James:
last hour. He was in a great deal of pain, but he was quite himself.
You know what that means; he was bright and lively and clever."
"Oh, he would always be clever, sir," said Mrs. Bread.
"And did he know of your trouble?"
"Yes, he guessed it of himself."
"And what did he say to it?"
"He said it was a disgrace to his name--but it was not the first."
"Lord, Lord!" murmured Mrs. Bread.
"He said that his mother and his brother had once put their heads
together and invented something even worse."
"You shouldn't have listened to that, sir."