Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
ConfuciusRead
Ah, music, sacred tongue of God! I hear thee calling and I come.
Interpretation
Music is viewed as a divine language that calls out to us.
This quote expresses the idea that music transcends human communication and taps into something sacred and profound. Confucius suggests that music speaks to the soul, inviting us to respond to its beauty and significance, reflecting its power to connect us to a higher realm.
In practice
In a speech about the power of art in society.
Speak the truth, do not yield to anger; give, if thou art asked for little; by these three steps thou wilt go near the gods.
Earnest in practicing the ordinary virtues, and careful in speaking about them, if, in his practice, he has anything defective, the superior man dares not but exert himself; and if, in his words, he has any excess, he dares not allow himself such license.
When you see a good person, think of becoming like her/him. When you see someone not so good, reflect on your own weak points.
Never give a sword to a man who can't dance.
The superior man is distressed by the limitations of his ability; he is not distressed by the fact that men do not recognize the ability that he has.
Success depends upon previous preparation, and without such preparation there is sure to be failure.
Colour is what gives jewels their worth. They light up and enhance the face. Nothing is more elegant than a black skirt and sweater worn with a sparkling multi-stoned necklace.
I write because writing is something that I have to do. And it doesn't matter whether people like it or not. When I write, I feel the pressure and anxiety that come with taking an empty piece of paper and trying to fill it with something from your own consciousness.
They say that to be a writer you must first have an unhappy childhood. I don't know if unhappiness is necessary, but I think maybe some children who have suffered a loss too great for words grow up into writers who are always trying to find those words, trying to find a meaning for the way they have lived
A good poet feels what his community feels. _x000D_ Like if you stub your toe, the rest of your body hurts.
A painting to me is primarily a verb, not a noun, an event first and only secondarily an image.
I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.
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