A common space for harmonic peacemakers
A small sorrow distracts; a great one makes us collected. ~ Richter
May they who love you be like the sun when it rises in its strength. - Judges 5:31
May they all rest in peace and may we continue to remember what happened on that dark day...
No one will dare maintain that it is better to do injustice than to bear it. ~ Aristotle |
O wise man, wash your hands of that friend who associates with your enemies. ~ Saadi |
When our hatred is violent, it sinks us even beneath those we hate. ~ Rochfoucauld |
We may be as good as we please, if we please to be good. ~ Barrow |
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. ~ Shakespeare |
It is the coward who fawns on those above him. It is the coward who is insolent whenever he dares be so. ~ Junius |
No man is free who is not master of himself. ~ Epictetus |
The test of every religious, political, or educational system is the man that it forms. ~ Amiel |
How can such deep-imprinted images sleep in us at times, till a word, a sound, awaken them? ~ Lessing |
If a man take no thought at what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand. ~ Confucius |
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. ~ Robert Blair |
The heros of mankind are the mountains, the highlands of the moral world. ~ A.P. Stanley |
The ultimate tendency of civilization is toward barbarism ~ Hare |
Difficulties show men what they are. |
I am a man, and whatever concerns humanity is of interest to me. ~ Terence |
Let us all be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods. ~ Emerson |
I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them but we set our foot upon some reverend history. ~ John Webster |
Hateful is the power, and pitiable is the life, of those who wish to be feared rather than to be loved. ~ Cornelius Nepos |
O snap the fife and still the drums and show the monster as she is. ~ Richard Le Gallienne |
He who puts up with insult invites injury. ~ Proverb |
The block of granite which is an obstacle in the pathway of the weak, becomes a stepping-stone in the pathway of the strong. ~ Carlyle |
The winter of our discontent. ~ Shakespeare |
All my possessions for a moment of time. ~ Last words of Queen Elizabeth |
Men who have nice notions of religion have no business being soldiers. ~ Wellington |
Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart. ~ Chamfort |
Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, earth's jest a dusty road. ~ John Masefield |
Hatred is the madness of the heart. ~ Byron |
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. ~ Payne |
The noontide sun is dark, and music discord, when the heart is low. ~ Young |
He comes, the herald of a noisy world, news from all nations lumbering at his back; |
Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty. ~ Jefferson |
Ah! What a sign it is of evil life, when death's approach is seen so terrible! ~ Shakespeare |
Man is, properly speaking, based upon hope; he has no other possession but hope; this world of his is emphatically the place of hope. ~ Carlyle |
That which God writes on thy forehead, thou wilt come to it. ~ Koran |
Hell is but the collected ruins of the moral world, and sin is the principle that has made them. ~ Marlowe |
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. ~ Shakespeare |
Observe your enemies, for they first find out your faults. ~ Antisthenes |
Justice, like lightning, ever should appear to few men's ruin, but to all men's fear. ~ Sweetman |
Time is the great comforter of grief, but the agency by which it works is exhaustion. ~ L.E. Landon |
The heart Bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling. ~ Alfred Bunn |
In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph. ~ Carlyle |
Violent delights have violent ends. ~ Shakespeare |
Strength is born in the deep silence of suffering hearts; not amidst joy. ~ Mrs. Hermans |
I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed. ~ Swift |
They that know no evil will suspect none. ~ Ben Johnson |
There is a remembrance of the dead, to which we turn even from the charms of the living. |
I consider the soul of man as the ruins of a glorious pile of buildings; where, amidst great heaps of rubbish, you |
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"PEACE
NOT WAR
GENEROSITY
NOT GREED
EMPATHY
NOT HATE
CREATIVITY
NOT DESTRUCTION
EVERYBODY
NOT JUST US"
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