Inspirational Quotes by Byron J. Rees

“No; sed Colones de los continentes y mundos enteramente nuevos de vuestro interior y abrid nuevas vías, no para el comercio, sino para las ideas. Todo hombre es dueño y señor de un reino junto al cual el imperio terrestre del zar no es sino una nimiedad, un rimerillo dejado por el hielo. Sin embargo, algunos que no se tienen respeto a sí mismos pueden pasar por patriotas y sacrificar lo más grande a lo más vano. Aman el suelo que conformará su tumba, pero no sienten simpatía alguna por el espíritu que anima aún su propio barro.”

“All change is a miracle to contemplate;”

“I saw it throwing off its nightly clothing of mist, and here and there, by degrees, its soft ripples or its smooth reflecting surface was revealed.”

“Is not the poet bound to write his own biography? Is there any other work for him but a good journal? We do not wish to know how his imaginary hero, but how he, the actual hero, lived from day to day.”

“Men esteem truth remote, in the outskirts of the system, before Adam and after the last man. In eternity there is indeed something true and sublime. But all these times and places and occasions are now and here.”

“Even poetry, you know, is in one sense an infinite brag & exaggeration.”

“A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true. The natural day is very calm, and will hardly reprove his indolence.”

“There is an incessant influx of novelty into the world, and yet we tolerate incredible dulness. I”

“Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me.”

“Dichtung und Mythologie des Altertums deuten darauf hin, daß die Landwirtschaft einst als eine heilige Kunst geübt wurde. Bei uns aber wird sie mit einer unbekümmerten, nachlässigen Hast betrieben, die auf nichts anderes bedacht ist, als möglichst große Farmen zu besitzen und möglichst große Ernten einzubringen. [...] Geiz, Selbstsucht und die würdelose Angewohnheit, den Boden als Eigentum oder hauptsächlich als Mittel zum Erwerb von Eigentum zu betrachten, von der niemand unter uns sich ganz freisprechen kann, haben unsere Landschaft entstellt und unsere Landwirtschaft degradiert. Unser Farmer führt das denkbar niedrigste Leben. Er kennt die Natur nur als ihr Ausbeuter.”

“What is a course of history or philosophy, or poetry, no matter how well selected, or the best society, or the most admirable routine of life, compared with the discipline of looking always at what is to be seen? Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer? Read your fate, see what is before you, and walk on into futurity.”

“Do not seek so anxiously to be developed, to subject yourself to many influences to be played on; it is all dissipation. Humility like darkness reveals the heavenly lights.”

“To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, independence, magnanimity, and trust. It is to solve some of the problems of life, not only theoretically, but practically.”

“Nature puts no question and answers none which we mortals ask.”

“You who govern public affairs, what need have you to employ punishments? Love virtue, and the people will be virtuous. The virtues of a superior man are like the wind; the virtues of a common man are like the grass—the grass, when the wind passes over it, bends.”

“There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection. One day it came into his mind to make a staff. Having considered that in an imperfect work time is an ingredient, but into a perfect work time does not enter, he said to himself, It shall be perfect in all respects, though I should do nothing else in my life. He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment. His singleness of purpose and resolution, and his elevated piety, endowed him, without his knowledge, with perennial youth. As he made no compromise with Time, Time kept out of his way, and only sighed at a distance because he could not overcome him. Before he had found a stock in all respects suitable the city of Kouroo was a hoary ruin, and he sat on one of its mounds to peel the stick. Before he had given it the proper shape the dynasty of the Candahars was at an end, and with the point of the stick he wrote the name of the last of that race in the sand, and then resumed his work. By the time he had smoothed and polished the staff Kalpa was no longer the pole-star; and ere he had put on the ferrule and the head adorned with precious stones, Brahma had awoke and slumbered many times. But why do I stay to mention these things? When the finishing stroke was put to his work, it suddenly expanded before the eyes of the astonished artist into the fairest of all the creations of Brahma. He had made a new system in making a staff, a world with fun and fair proportions; in which, though the old cities and dynasties had passed away, fairer and more glorious ones had taken their places. And now he saw by the heap of shavings still fresh at his feet, that, for him and his work, the former lapse of time had been an illusion, and that no more time had elapsed than is required for a single scintillation from the brain of Brahma to fall on and inflame the tinder of a mortal brain. The material was pure, and his art was pure; how could the result be other than wonderful?”

“Os homens trabalham à sombra de um erro, lançando ao solo para adubo o que têm de melhor. Por uma sina ilusória, vulgarmente chamada necessidade, desgastam-se a amontoar tesouros que a traça e a ferrugem estragarão e que surgem ladrões para roubar. É uma vida de imbecis, como perceberão ao fim dela, se não antes.”

“La vida que los hombres elogian y consideran lograda no es sino una de las posibles. ¿Por qué exagerar su importancia en detrimento de otras?”

“Direct your eye right inward, and you’ll find A thousand regions in your mind Yet undiscovered. Travel them, and be Expert in home-cosmography.”* What”

“men have become the tools of their tools. The”