I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
Christopher MarloweRead
Till swollen with cunning, of a self-conceit, His waxen wings did mount above his reach, And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow.
Interpretation
The quote warns against the dangers of hubris and overreaching ambition.
In this quote from Christopher Marlowe, the metaphor of Icarus, who flew too close to the sun with his waxen wings, serves as a cautionary tale about the perils of excessive pride and ambition. It suggests that being too confident in one's abilities may lead to downfall, as external forces or one's own limitations can conspire to bring about a tragic end.
In practice
This quote can be used in a motivational speech about the importance of humility.
I am Envy...I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned.
What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Our swords shall play the orators for us.
I'm armed with more than complete steel, - The justice of my quarrel.
Ah fair Zenocrate, divine Zenocrate, Fair is too foul an epithet for thee.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Self-respect is to the soul as oxygen is to the body. Deprive a person of oxygen, and you kill his body; deprive him of self-respect and you kill his spirit.
Non-African missionaries, responding generously to the Lord's call with ardent apostolic zeal, came to share the joy of revelation. Following in their footsteps, Africans are today missionaries on other continents.
We are living in a world that is absolutely transparent and God is shining through it all the time. God manifests Himself everywhere, in everything - in people and in things and in nature and in events ... The only thing is we don't see it ... I have no program for this seeing. It is only given. But the gate of heaven is everywhere.
I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.
The Latin words humus, soil/earth, and homo, human being, have a common derivation, from which we also get our word 'humble.' This is the Genesis origin of who we are: dust - dust that the Lord God used to make us a human being. If we cultivate a lively sense of our origin and nurture a sense of continuity with it, who knows, we may also acquire humility.
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.
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