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Fight, though losing.
To fight or to beat, which is of valour?
To fight the formidable is valour.
To beat the vulnerable is not valour.
The risk involved determines it.
25.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I know of no safe depository of the ultimate powers of the society but the people themselves; and if we think them not enlightened enough to exercise their control with a wholesome discretion, the remedy is not to take it from them but to inform their discretion.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Discretion is not the better part of biography.
quote by Lytton Strachey
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Fear of death makes us devoid both of valour and religion. For want of valour is want of religious faith.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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Most high courts in other nations do not have discretion, such as we enjoy, in selecting the cases that the high court reviews. Our court is virtually alone in the amount of discretion it has.
quote by Sandra Day O'Connor
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There are many shining qualities on the mind of man; but none so useful as discretion. It is this which gives a value to all the rest, and sets them at work in their proper places, and turns them to the advantage of their possessor. Without it, learning is pedantry; wit, impertinence; virtue itself looks like weakness; and the best parts only qualify a man to be more sprightly in errors, and active to his own prejudice. Though a man has all other perfections and wants discretion, he will be of no great consequence in the world; but if he has this single talent in perfection, and but a common share of others, he may do what he pleases in his station of life.
quote by Joseph Addison
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Woman Of The Wise
I hear your words from down the years
Old woman of the wise.
Since last we met, I've had my share
Of laughter and of tears.
My mind when still, will enter space
Wherein you counselled me.
' Discretion is of valour best'
I clearly see your face,
Those words you uttered long ago,
Still live with me always,
And as I have quested o'er the years
I now know that they are so.
Now I plough my furrows deep and long
Always to myself be true.
I remember as I walk through life,
How you taught me to be strong.
You showed me how to shine my light.
No anger or judgment hold,
I've come to live this concept true,
For justice alone to fight.
Only in our own truth can we stand,
And our lives for ourselves, must we lead.
So I'm true to myself and the Universe wide,
Still to others I hold out a hand.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Loss in both ways
When I had vigour
I had no valour;
When I gathered valour
I had lost my vigour.
End is zero.
When I was eager
The means were meager;
When I grew richer
I had lost to be eager.
End is cipher.
When I was pretty
I was shy;
When I outgrew shyness
I had shed my beauty.
End is at naught.
When there was youth
No means to adorn with;
When there were means
Where is my youth?
End is the nil.
14.04.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh, the Shamrock
Through Erin's Isle
To sport awhile
As Love and Valour wander'd,
With Wit, the sprite,
Whose quiver bright
A thousand arrows squander'd;
Where'er they pass,
A triple grass
Shoots up, with dew-drops streaming,
As softly green
As emeralds seen
Through purest crystal gleaming.
Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf
Of Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's native Shamrock!
Says Valour, "See,
They spring for me,
Those leafy gems of morning!" --
Says Love, "No, no,
For me they grow,
My fragrant path adorning."
But Wit perceives
The triple leaves,
And cries, "Oh! do not sever
A type that blends
Three godlike friends,
Love, Valour, Wit, for ever!"
Oh, the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf, etc.
So firmly fond
May last the bond
They wove that morn together,
And ne'er may fall
One drop of gall
On Wit's celestial feather.
May Love, as twine
His flowers divine,
Of thorny falsehood weed 'em:
May Valour ne'er
His standard rear
Against the cause of Freedom!
Oh the Shamrock, the green, immortal Shamrock!
Chosen leaf, etc.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Discretion is a way of hiding what you cannot help.
Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.
Philosophy is nothing but discretion.
quote by John Selden
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Discretion is being able to raise your eyebrow instead of your voice.
Discretion in speech is more than eloquence.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Depart from discretion when it interferes with duty.
quote by Hannah More
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There can be no true pleasantry without discretion.
Discretion in speech is more than eloquence.
quote by Francis Bacon
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Warning
Virtue is Virtue, writ in ink or blood.
And Duty, Honour, Valour, are the same
Whether they cheer the thundering steps of Fame
Up echoing hills of Alma, or, more blest,
Walk with her in that band where she is least
Thro' smiling plains and cities doing good.
Yet, oh to sing them in their happier day!
Yon glebe is not the hind whose manhood mends
Its rudeness, yet it gains but while he spends,
And mulcts him rude. Even that sinless Lord
Whose feet wan Mary washed, went not His way
Uncoloured by the Galilean field;
And Honour, Duty, Valour, seldom wield
With stainless hand the immedicable sword.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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You And This War
You are part of this war. You
pay taxes. You are not part of this
war. No one in charge cares what
you think. You are part of this
war. You go to work each day
and remain quiet on the subject.
You pave the path of least
resistance. You are not part of this
war. You watch images of it and
read words about it from a great
distance. You are part of this war.
You are one 200 millionths of this
nation. You are not part of this
war. You do not fight in it or
fight to stop it. You are
part of this war.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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