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“Wo wei ni xie de,” he said, as he raised the violin to his left shoulder, tucking it under his chin. He had told her many violinists used a shoulder rest, but he did not: there was a slight mark on the side of his throat, like a permanent bruise, where the violin rested. “You — made something for me?” Tessa asked. “I wrote something for you,” he corrected, with a smile, and began to play.”

“Wo wird das Wort Gottes gehört? In der Stille. Alle Seherinnen, Heiligen, Weisen, Propheten und Meisterinnen haben diese Stimme, die aus dem Inneren kommt, gehört, in dem sie still geworden sind. Damit meine ich nicht, dass diese innere Stimme zu uns spricht, weil wir still geworden sind; ich meine, dass wir das Wort, das ständig in unserem Inneren erklingt, hören können, wenn wir still geworden sind. Wenn der Geist still geworden ist, kommunizieren wir immer noch mit allen, denen wir begegnen. Wir brauchen nicht mehr viele Worte: wenn sich die Blicke treffen, verstehen wir. Zwei Menschen können ihr ganzes Leben lang miteinander sprechen und diskutieren und sich doch niemals gegenseitig verstehen. Zwei andere mit stillem Geist schauen einander an und im selben Augenblick entsteht zwischen ihnen eine Kommunikation. Woher kommen die Unterschiede zwischen den Menschen? Von innen, aus ihren Aktivitäten. Und woher kommt Einvernehmen? Aus der Stille des Geistes. Lärm behindert uns dabei, etwas aus der Ferne zu hören ; aufgewühltes Wasser in einem Becken verhindert, dass wir unser Spiegelbild im Wasser sehen können. Nur wenn wir innerlich ruhig sind, können wir die Stimme hören, die ständig zu den Herzen aller Menschen spricht. Wir suchen Führung, wir alle suchen nach Wahrheit; wir suchen das Mysterium. Das Mysterium ist in uns selbst; die Führung ist in unserer eigenen Seele. (S. 206-207)”

“Woak up. Got dresd. Had brekfast. Spoke wif Ergates thi ant who sed itz juss been wurk wurk wurk 4 u lately master Bascule, Y dont u ½ a holiday? & I agreed & that woz how we decided we otter go 2 c Mr Zoliparia in thi I-ball ov thi gargoyle Rosbrith. I fot Id bettir clear it wif thi relevint oforities furst & hens avoyd any truble (like happind thi lastime) so I went 2 c mentor Scalopin. Certinly yung Bascule, he sez, i do beleave this is a day ov relativly lite dooties 4 u u may take it off. ½ u made yoor mattins calls? O yes, I sed, which woznt stricktly tru, in fact which woz pretti strikly untru, trufe btold, but I cude always do them while we woz travelin.”

“Woe be the one who hasn’t made it by age thirty. There is something ludicrous about setting the bar for making it at thirty when the average life expectancy is seventy-four. The truth is that each of us has the capacity, if we so desire, to follow different paths at different points in our lives - to put an end to one pursuit and begin another. When you understand that, you’ll see that there is no such thing as failure.”

“Woe betide him, and her too, when it comes to things of consequence, when they are placed in circumstances requiring fortitude and strength of mind, if she have not resolution enough to resist idle interference ... It is the worst evil of too yielding and indecisive a character, that no influence over it can be depended on. You are never sure of a good impression being durable; everybody may sway it. Let those who would be happy be firm.”

“Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies.No, said Nanny, an echo in Melena's mind (and editorializing as usual): No, no, you pretty little pampered hussy. We don't go on having babies, that's quite apparent. We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it--we're slow learners, we women--we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production.But men don't dry up, Melena objected; they can father to the death.Ah, we're slow learners, Nanny countered. But they can't learn at all.”

“Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty. Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale. Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal. Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness. Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonor! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation. Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway.”

“Woe to that nation whose literature is disturbed by the intervention of power. Because that is not just a violation against "freedom of print," it is the closing down of the heart of the nation, a slashing to pieces of its memory. The nation ceases to be mindful of itself, it is deprived of its spiritual unity, and despite a supposedly common language, compatriots suddenly cease to understand one another.”