“Balla come se nessuno stesse guardando,
ama come se nessuno ti avesse mai ferito,
canta come se nessuno stesse ascoltando,
vivi come se il paradiso fosse sulla terra.”
William W. Purkey
William W. Purkey
William W. Purkey
Friday, 24 January 2014
William W. Purkey
Time shall unfold
Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
Time shall unfold
Passion is a sort
Passion is a sort of fever in the mind, which ever leaves us weaker than it found us…. It more than anything deprives us of the use of our judgment; for it raises a dust very hard to see through. Like wine, whose lees fly by being jogg’d, it is too muddy to drink.
Passion is a sort
It were happy
It were happy if we studied Nature more in natural things; and acted according to Nature; whose rules are few, plain and most reasonable.
It were happy
If we would amend
If we would amend the world, we should mend our selves; and teach our children to be, not what we are, but what they should be.
If we would amend
Nothing Does Reason
Nothing does Reason more right, than the coolness of those that offer it. For truth often suffers more by the Heat of its defenders, than from the arguments of its opposers.
Nothing Does Reason
It is a cruel
It is a cruel folly to offer up to ostentation so many lives of creatures, as make up the state of our treats; as it is a prodigal one to spend more in sauce than in meat.
It is a cruel
The Country life is
The country life is to be preferr’d; for there we see the works of God; but in cities little else but the works of men.
The Country life is
If love be
If love be not thy chiefest motive, thou wilt soon grow weary of a married state, and stray from thy promise, to search out thy pleasures in forbidden places.
If love be
If Man be the index of
If Man be the Index or Epitomy of the World, as Philosophers tell us, we have only to read our selves well to be learned in it.
If Man be the index of
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