Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;_x000D_ _x000D_ Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore;_x000D_ _x000D_ What future bliss He gives not thee to know,_x000D_ _x000D_ But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Interpretation
Embrace hope humbly and cherish the present while acknowledging the mysteries of life and death.
In this quote, Alexander Pope emphasizes the importance of approaching hope with humility, recognizing that while we cannot know our future or the extent of our blessings, the act of hoping itself is a gift. The reference to Death as a great teacher suggests that understanding life’s transient nature can lead to deeper appreciation for the present moment.
In practice
In a speech about resilience during tough times, this quote could be referenced to inspire hope.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
My respect for human beings is based not on the colour of a man’s skin nor authority he may wield, but purely on merit.
Liberty consists in doing what one desires.
There is no significant example in history, before our time, of a society successfully maintaining moral life without the aid of religion.
Success on a cosmic level completely eludes me. I'm deeply suspicious of things being too good. It's part of my superstition, I think, to generate pain in order to give the illusion of gain. I'm not saying I reject success, but honestly, I don't quite know how to deal with it. It's an old feeling: As soon as you have the thing you've been going after all your life, that reasonable degree of security, you start kicking against it, doubting it.
Being good is easy, what is difficult is being just.
Those wanderers must have looked on Earth, circling safely in the narrow zone between fire and ice, and must have guessed that it was the favourite of the Sun's children.
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