Departed Gods: The Gods of Our ForefathersCranston & Stowe, 1891 - 462 sider |
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Side 109 - O judges, be of good cheer about death, and know of a certainty, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.
Side 208 - Every moment think steadily as a Roman * and a man, to do what thou hast in hand with perfect and" simple dignity, and feeling of affection, and freedom, and justice ; and to give thyself relief from all other thoughts.
Side 209 - Such as are thy habitual thoughts, such also will be the character of thy mind; for the soul- is dyed by the thoughts. Dye it then with a continuous series of such thoughts as these: for instance, that where a man can live, there he can also live well. But he must live in a palace;— well then, he can also live well in a palace.
Side 363 - boughs,' with their buddings and disleafings, — Events, things suffered, things done, catastrophes, — stretch through all lands and times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fibre there an act or word ? Its boughs are Histories of Nations. The rustle of it is the noise of Human Existence, onwards from of old. It grows there, the breath of Human Passion rustling through it; — or stormtost, the stormwind howling through it like the voice of all the gods.
Side 109 - And you too, judges, must face death with a good courage, and believe this as a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in life or after death.
Side 110 - Will you not allow that I have as much of the spirit of prophecy in me as the swans? For they, when they perceive that they must die, having sung all their life long, do then sing more lustily than ever, rejoicing in the thought that they are about to go away to the god whose ministers they are.
Side 208 - Never value anything as profitable to thyself which shall compel thee to break thy promise, to lose thy self-respect, to hate any man, to suspect, to curse, to act the hypocrite, to desire anything which needs walls and curtains...
Side 110 - Then he turned to us and added with a smile : — I cannot make Crito believe that I am the same Socrates who have been talking and conducting the argument ; he fancies that I am the other Socrates whom he will soon see, a dead body...
Side 238 - Whoever draws the black bit is the devoted person, who is to be sacrificed to Baal, whose favour they mean to implore in rendering the year productive of the sustenance of man and beast.
Side 298 - ... oak. But they choose groves formed of oaks for the sake of the tree alone, and they never perform any of their rites except in the presence of a branch of it...