All Purls. No Swine.
To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable for the want of intellectual power. Whenever Nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Outre-Mer, A Pilgrimage Beyond the… Continue reading Quote of the Day: Longfellow On Self-Conceit
Longfellow called it "Retribution" Though the mills of God grind slowly, Yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience he stands waiting, With exactness grinds he all. I've seen this play out more times than can could possibly be accounted for by chance. As someone else--Thomas Fuller, maybe--said: As virtue is its own reward, so… Continue reading On Karma