But how is Mneme dreaded by the race,
Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace?
By her unveil'd each horrid crime appears,
Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears.
Days, years mispent, O what a hell of woe!
Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know.

My stage name is bigger than what I own. I was used. I was hurt since the beginning. I got very little from album sales of my music. If journalists can visit my place and see the deplorable condition I am living in, Tanzanians would open their eyes (and see the exploitation artistes are exposed to).

The synthesis of pure, calming food is breathing pure air, listening to good sounds, looking at good sights, and touching pure objects.

It's amazing when you stop and think about the times we're living in.
The government should hand out free shampoo with their conditioning.
They're callin all the master plans to hook their lines and sinkers.
They captured all the fools and now they're lookin for the thinkers.

It was like beginning life anew without the vigor and enthusiasm of youth, like learning to become left-handed in old age.

Angels, living light most glorious!
Beneath the Godhead in burning desire
in the darkness and mystery of creation
you look on the eye of your God
never taking your fill:
What glorious pleasures take shape within you!

We tell our young managers: 'Don't be afraid to make a mistake. But make sure you don't make the same mistake twice'.

I know everything that has happened to everybody in the past, everything that is happening now and everything that will happen in the future.

Is it reasonable to assume a purposiveness in all the parts of nature and to deny it to the whole?

?they cannot exist unless they can live in the village insuch a way that the changes that they bring about are necessary … in determining who they are

Two years after launching The Huffington Post I was exhausted, burnt out. The feeling many of us have. I collapsed from exhaustion and on the way down I hit my head on the desk, broke my cheekbone and got four stitches on my right eye. And it started me on this journey of questioning what success is

The Spirit of Awakening is known to be of two kinds: the spirit of aspiring for Awakening, and the spirit of venturing toward awakening. Just as one perceives the difference between a person who yearns to travel and a traveler, so do the learned recognize the corresponding difference between these two.

Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.

Thought can never capture the movement of life, it is much too slow. It is like lightning and thunder. They occur simultaneously, but sound, travelling slower than light, reaches you later, creating the illusion of two separate events.

I think it's because I don't know how the beginning of the year is going to go for me.

If the CCP feels compelled to lace even sports competitions with warnings against practitioners or unregistered Christians, it suggests that the real endurance test is not on the hills of Yiwu, but in the Party’s relentless race to control belief itself.