|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Lily of the Valley by Honore de Balzac:
She turned pale and said, hurrying her words: "Felix, do not put
yourself in bonds that might prove an obstacle to our happiness. I
should die of grief for having caused a suicide like that. Child, do
you think despairing love a life's vocation? Wait for life's trials
before you judge of life; I command it. Marry neither the Church nor a
woman; marry not at all,--I forbid it. Remain free. You are twenty-one
years old--My God! can I have mistaken him? I thought two months
sufficed to know some souls."
"What hope have you?" I cried, with fire in my eyes.
"My friend, accept our help, rise in life, make your way and your
fortune and you shall know my hope. And," she added, as if she were
The Lily of the Valley
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Lady Baltimore by Owen Wister:
possessions very much to be able to bear him at all.
Then, what was her feeling about John Mayrant? As Beverly had said, what
could she want him for? He hadn't a thing that she valued or needed. His
old-time notions of decency, the clean simplicity of his make, his good
Southern position, and his collection of nice old relatives--what did
these assets look like from an automobile, or on board the launch of a
modern steam yacht? And wouldn't it be amusing if John should grow need-
lessly jealous, and have a "difficulty" with Charley? not a mere flinging
of torn paper money in the banker's face, but some more decided
punishment for the banker's presuming to rest his predatory eyes upon
John's affianced lady.
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Walden by Henry David Thoreau:
by most will take effect, and masters of families and rulers will
come to him for advice.
"How blind that cannot see serenity!"
A true friend of man; almost the only friend of human progress. An
Old Mortality, say rather an Immortality, with unwearied patience
and faith making plain the image engraven in men's bodies, the God
of whom they are but defaced and leaning monuments. With his
hospitable intellect he embraces children, beggars, insane, and
scholars, and entertains the thought of all, adding to it commonly
some breadth and elegance. I think that he should keep a
caravansary on the world's highway, where philosophers of all