“My beard towards heaven, I feel my nape support / The back of my head, I grow the breast of a harpy / And my brush as it drips continually / Upon my face, makes it a gorgeous floor.” FeelsFacesHeavenGrowsSupportDifficultyBreastsBrushesGorgeousBeardHarpies Author:Michelangelo
“In heaven there is laid up a pattern which he who chooses may behold, and beholding, set his own house in order. The time has now arrived at which they must raise the eye of the soul to the Universal Light which lightens all things. With the eye ever directed toward things fixed and immutable which neither injure nor are injured - these they cannot help imitating. But I quite admit the difficulty of believing that in every man there is an eye of the soul which by the right direction is re-illumined, and is more precious far than ten thousand bodily eyes.” MenBelieveMaySoulHelpingLightEyeOrderHouseHeavenThousandTenAll ThingsUniversalDifficultyRaisesPatternsEvery ManFixedInjuredRight DirectionImitating Author:Plato
“It is not to taste sweet things; but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under God's heaven as a God-made man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. Show him the way of doing that, the dullest day-drudge kindles into a hero. They wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease. Difficulty, abnegation, martyrdom, death, are the allurements that act on the heart of man. Kindle the inner genial life of him, you have a flame that burns up all lower considerations.” MenWayHeartMadeShowsActionHeavenSonSweetHeroTasteDifficultyNobleEaseFlamesAspirationConsiderationAdamPoorestMartyrdomKindlesAbnegationTrue ThingsSweet ThingsWrong Man Book:The Selected Works of Thomas Carlyle Source: The Selected Works of Thomas Carlyle
“A mighty wind of resolution sets in strong upon him and freshens the whole atmosphere of his soul, sweeping down before it the light flakes of difficulty, till they vanish like snow upon the sea. He is imprisoned no more in a small compartment of time, but belongs to an eternity which is now and here. The isolation of his separate spirit passes away; and with the countless multitude of souls akin to God, he is but a wave of his unbounded deep. He is at one with Heaven, and hath found the secret place of the Almighty.” SoulWholeLightSpiritFoundStrongHeavenSecretSeaWindEternityDifficultyWaveSnowAtmosphereIsolationResolutionAlmightyMultitudesPassing AwaySweepingFlakesSecret PlacesMighty Wind Book:Endeavours after the Christian life: discourses Source: Endeavours after the Christian life: discourses
“We have had so many years of prosperity, we have passed through so many difficulties and dangers without the loss of liberty - that we begin to think that we hold it by divine right from heaven itself ... It is harder to preserve than to obtain liberty.” ThinkingYearsHeavenLossLibertyDangerDivineDifficultyHarderProsperityPreservesDivine Right Author:John C. Calhoun