It is too great comfort which turns a man against himself. Life is most readily renounced at the time and among the classes where it is least harsh.
Harsh counsels have no effect; they are like hammers, which are always repulsed by the anvil.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster – children into strength and athletic proportion.
I tend to be one who just speaks from my soul, and so what comes out sometimes is rather harsh. In that sense, I’m very much a part of the tradition of a Frederick Douglass or a Malcolm X who used hyperbolic language at times to bring attention to the state of emergency.
Parenting is the hardest thing I have ever done. I tried to find the balance between the strict, traditional Chinese way I was raised, which I think can be too harsh, and what I see as a tendency in the West to be too permissive and indulgent. If I could do it all again, I would, with some adjustments.
The death industry markets caskets and embalming under the rubric of helping bodies look ‘natural,’ but our current death customs are as natural as training majestic creatures like bears and elephants to dance in cute little outfits, or erecting replicas of the Eiffel Tower and Venetian canals in the middle of the harsh American desert.