Helplessness induces hopelessness, and history attests that loss of hope and not loss of lives is what decides the issue of war.
Platitudes? Yes, there are platitudes. Platitudes are there because they are true.
The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.
He could not die when trees were green, for he loved the time too well.
Despair is the damp of hell, as joy is the serenity of heaven.
I believe in peace. I believe in mercy.
And we forget because we must and not because we will.
In a very literal way, of course, Shakespeare did change the course of history: when it didn’t fit the plot he had in mind, he simply rewrote it. His English histories play fast and loose with chronology and fact to achieve the desired dramatic effect, re-ordering history even as it was then understood.
If you first fortify yourself with the true knowledge of the Universal Self, and then live in the midst of wealth and worldliness, surely they will in no way affect you.
And almost every one, when age, Disease, or sorrows strike him, Inclines to think there is a God, Or something very like him.