He who esteems trifles for themselves is a trifler; he who esteems them for the conclusions to be drawn from them, or the advantage to which they can be put, is a philosopher.
quote by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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Cultivate Desire And Ego
Without desire, the world is dry.
Without ego the life is dry.
Desires promote activities.
Activities bring about taste.
The ego plays in maneuvering.
Maneuvering results in esteems.
Without taste and without esteems,
Being will be a waste of life.
Desires denied, sufferings come.
Esteem beaten, feeling low mounts.
Low risk desire is worth having.
Easy task ego too satisfies.
Desires parting, you are worn out.
Ego falling flat, you are blown out.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He who knows himself best esteems himself least.
So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.
quote by Francois Rabelais (1532)
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So much is a man worth as he esteems himself.
quote by Francois Rabelais
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He who despises himself nevertheless esteems himself as a self-despiser.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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He who despises himself esteems himself as a self-despiser.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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He who esteems none but himself is as happy as a king.
Nothing more clearly show how little God esteems his gift to men of wealth, money, position and other wordly goods, than the way he distributes these, and the sort of men who are most amply provided with them.
quote by La Bruyere
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Nothing more clearly show how little God esteems his gift to men of wealth, money, position and other wordly goods, than the way he distributes these, and the sort of men who are most amply provided with them.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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Destiny?
What rules the lives of men: beggars and kings,
And those between, that unseats or installs,
That crowns or exiles, that sweetens or stings,
While Fate has claimed the risings and the falls?
Had outcomes been rigged for hearts and for wars,
Lots having been cast in high Olympus?
Or that lovers' trysts also linked with stars,
All to end as planned, despite the rumpus?
It has been such folly, to cross the gods,
And quite pagan for those who court their will,
Somewhere in between, man's destiny plods,
And thus, would Providence also fulfill:
......Fate esteems men as no higher than elves,
......Once they would fail to rise above themselves.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I am tossed into a wretched life
(after John Clare)
I am tossed into a wretched life
where all my friends have forsaken me
and you whom I loved are only found in memory
while senses and sensibility is all at strive
and yet in this nothingness I am still alive,
but from hardship I am never free
and its only darkness that around me I see
but once you were my beloved wife
and now all my aims and esteems
are shattered, broken to pieces,
even our love, our joy and happiness
are swept away like broken dreams
while the darkness, the destruction increases
and people treat me with a kind of aloofness.
[Reference: “I am – yet what I am none cares or knows” by John Clare.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ballooning Blue Hopes
Ballooning hopes speed, seed scope's light,
All clouds disperse, false fears take flight,
On future fair grace places dreams
On past despair trace fades, it seems
Ingenuous finds fresh delight.
Black holes prove mirage, out of sight.
Unrestricted, beach born beams
Energize as joy esteems
Horizons boundless, blue and bright,
Pleasure spirit and excite
Enthusiastic promised day
Spirits dark troubles, cares away.
(12 January 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Cities and Thrones and Powers
Cities and Thrones and Powers,
Stand in Time's eye,
Almost as long as flowers,
Which daily die:
But, as new buds put forth
To glad new men,
Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth,
The Cities rise again.
This season's Daffodil,
She never hears,
What change, what chance, what chill,
Cut down last year's;
But with bold countenance,
And knowledge small,
Esteems her seven days' continuance,
To be perpetual.
So Time that is o'er -kind,
To all that be,
Ordains us e'en as blind,
As bold as she:
That in our very death,
And burial sure,
Shadow to shadow, well persuaded, saith,
"See how our works endure!"
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I Am
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am! and live like shadows tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where woman never smil'd or wept;
There to abide with my creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below--above the vaulted sky.
poem by John Clare (1865)
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People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant.
quote by Helen Keller
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It is the mark of great people to treat trifles as trifles and important matters as important.
quote by Doris Lessing
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The philosopher proves that the philosopher exists. The poet merely enjoys existence.
quote by Wallace Stevens
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One can only become a philosopher, but not be one. As one believes he is a philosopher, he stops being one.
quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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The Fairytale
Contentment is only an elusion, mass delusion,
A fairytale: that comforts us wretched ones
We who suffer through this human existence.
Daily trying to go the distance.
We continue to dream our beautiful dreams,
Create get rich Schemes
Destroying our self esteems
Our soul cries and screams…..
The Fairytale will not wipe away the tears.
Mend a broken heart and dispel our hidden fears.
Nor heal your tormented spirit, after it has been torn apart.
Your mind in fragments, about to depart.
But then, through the blinding darkness of your pain,
There shines the light of hope, lit with a tiny grain of faith.
And you find the strength to try again.
And open your eyes to another day.
As we dwell in perpetual slavery;
We keep going, facing each day bravely.
Laboring for an ungrateful God in an unjust world.
Where the innocent are punished, and the guilty are made free.
poem by Monciana Edmondson
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Chirp As A Quail - On My Trail
If my good ol' Plymouth Barracuda ain't here,
probably I 'm driving and drinking beer
I am picking a song in that Juke Box
just because my gas deposit suffers loss.
I may be dancing in this cloudy dimension
but my mind already is absent in suspension
who took my Barracuda rims? My esteems
are kinda lost, so I resign from Los Alamos.
I am dancing my demure dance, or blindly
I see no gals. To accompany my lore tally
or even more, to dance, I 'll invite my horse
we 'll entangle in this, maybe an Albatross?
Anyway I dance like never, and I hop-jump
in this liquor bar. Till coming mornings sun up
I 'll be jingling my boots and shiny spurs
dancing on your wooden Mahogany stairs.
If you wish to entangle and kindly whir
a cantankerous Longhorn 's my herds steer
Come morning honey I shall be on the trail
if you wish to call me, chirp as a quail.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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