|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Egmont by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe:
every trophy that a paltry spirit erects for itself by base and surreptitious
arts. And thou !
If it be possible for a son to swerve from the manners of his father,
practise shame betimes, while thou art compelled to feel shame for him
whom thou wouldst fain revere with thy whole heart.
Ferdinand. I listen without interrupting thee! Thy reproaches fall like
blows upon a helmet. I feel the shock, but I am armed. They strike, they
wound me not; I am sensible only to the anguish that lacerates my heart.
Alas! Alas! Have I lived to witness such a scene? Am I sent hither to
behold a spectacle like this?
Egmont. Dost thou break out into lamentations? What moves, what
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tanglewood Tales by Nathaniel Hawthorne:
on the third morning he determined to discover what sort of a
place the island was, and whether it were possible to obtain a
supply of food for the hungry mouths of his companions. So,
taking a spear in his hand, he clambered to the summit of a
cliff, and gazed round about him. At a distance, towards the
center of the island, he beheld the stately towers of what
seemed to be a palace, built of snow-white marble, and rising
in the midst of a grove of lofty trees. The thick branches of
these trees stretched across the front of the edifice, and more
than half concealed it, although, from the portion which he
saw, Ulysses judged it to be spacious and exceedingly
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James:
because they were up there aloft that they were lucrative? He
concluded at any rate by saying to his young friend: "If it's
improper for you to remain at Cocker's, then that falls in exactly
with the other reasons I've put before you for your removal."
"Improper?"--her smile became a prolonged boldness. "My dear boy,
there's no one like you!"
"I dare say," he laughed; "but that doesn't help the question."
"Well," she returned, "I can't give up my friends. I'm making even
more than Mrs. Jordan."
Mr. Mudge considered. "How much is SHE making?"
"Oh you dear donkey!"--and, regardless of all the Regent's Park,