Petrifaction is of two sorts. There is petrifaction of the understanding; and also of the sense of shame. Epictetus
When He gives the signal, and releases you from this service, then depart to Him. But for the present endure in the place wherein He hath assigned you your post
Epictetus wonders why men who know they are the sons of God should fear men, their tortures, and even death, a death which would literally free us. Epictetus
When there is no need even to take a journey, but you are on the spot, with the works before you, have you no care to contemplate and study these? Epictetus
Wherefore it is a shame for man to begin and to leave off where the brutes do... Epictetus
O BOOK of books and friend of friends alone. How deep the debt of gratitude to thee! For every human ill thou hast a charm with fragrance fresh as in Judæan days
Plato, through the voice of Socrates, asks if doing evil is always wrong.
Ought we to follow the opinion of the many and to fear them; or the opinion of the one man who has understanding? Plato quoting Socrates
Daily Dabble in the Classics, Plato Socrates to Crito: Dear Crito, your zeal is invaluable, if a right one; but if wrong, the greater the...
Robert F. Beaudine says if we followed the Aristotelian tradition: education customized to serve the state: then our kids would be constitutional patriots.
For why do you complain of Christianity, unless you desire to enjoy your luxurious license unrestrained, [a] profligate life without interruption...? Augustine
The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light,—although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted. Saint Augustine
In a true friend a man sees a second self. So...where his friend is he is; if his friend be rich he is not poor; though he be weak his friend’s strength is his
For I am not one of these modern philosophers who maintain that our souls perish with our bodies, and that death ends all. Cicero
I hold every man a debtor to his profession ... Francis Bacon
In lazy apathy let stoics boast their virtue fix’d: ’t is fix’d as in a frost ... Alexander Pope
The Russian mystic and painter, Oleg Korolev, wrote, “We must remember that through this, the Modernist’s slaughter-house destroyed generations of artists!”