tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23034665729627023832024-03-06T17:57:01.219-08:00Breakfast @MainandWallA daily dose of Worldly Wisdom 4U from MAIN & WALL U ~ The Institute 4 Modular-Finance...™ Worldly Wisdom, Financial Literacy and New Smarts 4 The Game of Life... www.MainandWallU.com Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger556125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-36708725980271424222023-12-02T06:50:00.000-08:002023-12-02T06:50:16.908-08:00Saturday ~ December 2, 2023GalenUnknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-40820718375066241592023-11-29T10:47:00.000-08:002023-12-08T18:38:34.524-08:00Wednesday ~ November 28, 2023
Youth is not a time of life - it is a ripe state of mind. It is not a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips, and supple knees; it is a temper of will, a quality of imagination, a vigor of emotions; it is a freshness of the deep spring of life. Youth means a tempermental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite of adventure over love of ease......
Samuel Ullman, 1840 - 1924Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-54249809604038175412023-04-06T08:00:00.008-07:002023-04-06T08:00:53.841-07:00Thursday ~ April 6, 2023<p>Does the news bother you? Do you worry about things out of your control? Then take the time to concentrate your mind in the acquisition of some new and useful knowledge and stop it from flitting about. By the same token, guard against making the mistake of those who keep themselves so busy trying to gain control that they wear themselves out and lose their sense of direction, having no purpose to guide their actions or even their thoughts.</p><p><br /></p><p>Marcus Aurelius ~ 121 - 180</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-81865232027326972652023-03-22T06:24:00.001-07:002023-03-22T06:24:16.260-07:00Wednesday ~ March 22, 2023<p>Be at peace with your own soul, then heaven and earth will be at peace with you. Enter eagerly into the treasure house that is within you, you will see the things that are in heaven; for there is but one single entry to them both. The ladder that leads to the Kingdom is hidden within your soul... dive into yourself, and in your soul, you will discover the stairs by which to ascend.</p><p><br /></p><p>Saint Issac Nineveh, 7th century</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-69303373958676324402022-12-19T05:45:00.001-08:002022-12-19T05:45:49.132-08:00Monday ~ December 19, 2022<p><b> Life is divided into three terms - that which was, which is, and which will be. </b></p><p>Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present, to live better in the future.</p><p><br /></p><p>~ William Wordsworth</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-14160888929003482172022-12-18T07:53:00.000-08:002022-12-18T07:53:00.576-08:00Sunday ~ December 18, 2022<p>It is not suffering that is precious, but the concentric pearlescence with which we contain it. The raw grit of anguish will never be in short supply. There is enough of it in the happiest life to serve these instructive purposes., and there always will be. We are more sympathetic to Holocaust survivors than to malcontent children of privilege, but we all have our darkness, and the trick is making something exalted of it.</p><p>Andrew Solomon, b. 1963</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-88390357749113674962022-11-27T09:57:00.001-08:002022-11-27T09:57:19.252-08:00Sunday ~ November 27, 2022<p> Take this to heart: You must gain control of your habits; </p><p>First over stomach, then sleep, and then luxury, and anger.</p><p>What brings you shame, do not do unto others, nor by yourself.</p><p>The highest of duties is honor od self.</p><p>Let justice be practiced in words as in deeds;</p><p>Then make the habit, never inconsiderately to act;</p><p>Neither forget that death is appointed to all;</p><p>That possessions here gladly gathered, here must be left.</p><p><br /></p><p>Pythagoras, 570 - 495 BCE</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-34371083134409674382022-11-23T18:18:00.004-08:002022-11-23T18:18:25.888-08:00Wednesday ~ November 23, 2022<p>There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A good life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.</p><p>Annie Dillard, b. 1945</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-86503583917379202202022-11-22T09:44:00.003-08:002022-11-22T09:44:27.211-08:00Tuesday ~ November 22, 2022<p> Color - Caste - Denomination - </p><p>These - are Time's Affair - </p><p>Death's diviner Classifying</p><p>Does not know they are -</p><p>As in sleep - All Hue forgotten -</p><p>Tenets - put behind -</p><p>Death's large - Democratic fingers</p><p>Rub away the Brand -</p><p><br /></p><p>Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-40372372970977183752022-11-21T05:07:00.002-08:002022-11-21T05:07:27.939-08:00Monday ~ November 21, 2022<p>Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms or books that are written in a foreign tongue. The point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live your way some distant day into the answers.</p><p><br /></p><p>Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-85947801480604103152022-11-20T07:57:00.001-08:002022-11-20T07:57:28.838-08:00Sunday ~ November 20, 2022<p> Today is a new day. You will get out of it just what you put into it... If you have made mistakes, even serious mistakes, there is always another chance for you, And supposing you have tried and failed, again and again, you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call "failure" is not the falling down, but the staying down.</p><p><br /></p><p>Mary Pickford, 1892 - 1979</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-20562254021763436692022-11-19T06:21:00.005-08:002022-11-19T06:21:46.102-08:00Saturday ~ November 19, 2022<p>This ambitious foul infirmity,</p><p>In having much, torments us with defect</p><p>Of that we have; so then we do neglect</p><p>The thing we have.</p><p><br /></p><p>William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-43092287304415354842022-11-18T06:30:00.004-08:002022-11-18T06:30:50.918-08:00Friday ~ November 18, 2022<p>Here is a mystery: If sweeping through the door of my heart there moves continually a genuine love for you, it bypasses all your hate and all your indifference and gets through to you at your center. You are powerless to do anything about it. You may keep alive devious ways the fires of your bitter heart, but they cannot get through to me. Underneath the surface of all the tension, something else is at work. It is utterly impossible for you to keep another from loving you.</p><p><br /></p><p>Howard Thurman, 1899 - 1981</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-88877477642849668132022-11-17T05:54:00.000-08:002022-11-17T05:54:07.853-08:00Thursday ~ November 17, 2022<p> Not in the solitude</p><p> Alone may we commune with Heaven,</p><p> or see Only savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity;</p><p> Or only hear its voice</p><p> Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice.</p><p>Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty! - here, amidst the crowd,</p><p> Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud -</p><p>Choking the ways that wind</p><p>'Mongst the proud piles, the work of humankind.</p><p><br /></p><p>William Cullen Bryant, 1794 - 1878</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-35341100791901648892022-11-16T06:16:00.002-08:002022-11-16T06:16:20.677-08:00Wednesday ~ November 16, 2022<p>Thank you, faithful things!</p><p>Thank you, world!</p><p>To know that the city is still there,</p><p>that the woods are still there,</p><p>and the houses, and the hum of traffic and the slow cows grazing in the field:</p><p>that the earth continues to turn and time hasn't stopped,</p><p>that we come back whole to suck the sweet marrow of day,</p><p>thank you, bright morning,</p><p>thank you, thank you!</p><p><br /></p><p>Mark Strand, 1934 - 2014</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-5529814102153466752022-11-15T06:05:00.003-08:002022-11-15T06:05:43.444-08:00Tuesday ~ November 15, 2022<p>PPI report for October:</p><p><br /></p><p> PPI up .2 vs up .4</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-47850736384185789632022-11-15T05:41:00.000-08:002022-11-15T05:41:08.787-08:00Tuesday ~ November 15, 2022<p> Stars littering the ground,</p><p> leaves tattering the sky</p><p>Somewhere someone dies</p><p>Somewhere someone's born</p><p>Somewhere a chalice flares,</p><p>stirring some clenched hand to open,</p><p> love to overflow</p><p><br /></p><p>Somewhere opposites conjoin:</p><p>seen folding into unseen, unseen into seen</p><p>Somewhere words are soaring</p><p>up, then down, then up again</p><p>along the angels' ladder linking the stars speckling the sky,</p><p>the leaves playing on the ground.</p><p><br /></p><p>Phoebe Hoss, 1926 - 2017</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-14423773447602399492022-11-13T06:05:00.002-08:002022-11-13T06:05:45.396-08:00Sunday ~ November 13, 2022<p> It isn't the thing you do, dear,</p><p>It's the thing you leave undone</p><p>That gives you a bit of a heartache</p><p>Ast setting of the sun.</p><p>The tender word forgotten,</p><p>The letter you did not write,</p><p>The flowers you did not send, dear,</p><p>Are your haunting ghosts at night.</p><p><br /></p><p>Margaret E. Sangster, 1838 - 1912</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-3346608821867385022022-11-12T05:33:00.000-08:002022-11-12T05:33:23.434-08:00Saturday ~ November 12, 2022<p>Moral virtue is a mean that lies between two vices, one of excess and the other of deficiency, and... it aims at hitting both in feelings and actions. So it is hard to be good, for surely it is hard in each instance to find the mean, just as it is hard to find the center of a circle. It is easy to get angry or to spend money - anyone can do that. But to act in the right way toward the right person, in due proportion, at the right time, for the right reason, and in the right manner - that is not easy, and not everyone can do it.</p><p><br /></p><p>Aristotle, 384 - 322 BCE</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-4071854705076810742022-11-11T14:12:00.003-08:002022-11-11T15:27:42.411-08:00Friday ~ November 11, 2022<p> I think continually of those who were truly great.</p><p>Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history</p><p>Through the corridors of light where the hours are suns,</p><p>Endless singing. Whose lovely ambition was that their lips, still touched with fire,</p><p>Should tell of the spirit clothed from head to foot in song.</p><p>And who hoarded from the spring branches</p><p>The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms. </p><p><br /></p><p>Stephen Spender, 1909 - 1995</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-75972607214019652862022-11-10T07:58:00.002-08:002022-11-10T07:58:51.060-08:00Thursday ~ November 10, 2022<p>There is a realm of time where the goal is not to have but to be, not to own but to give, not to control but to share, not to subdue but to be in accord. Life goes wrong when the control of space, the acquisition of things of space, becomes our sole concern. The meaning of the Sabbath is to celebrate time rather than space. Six days a week we live under the tyranny of space; on the Sabbath we try to become attuned to the holiness in time.</p><p><br /></p><p>Abraham Joshua Heschel, 1907 - 1972</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-65282777732137184702022-11-09T04:56:00.000-08:002022-11-09T04:56:09.668-08:00Wednesday ~ November 9, 2022<p> These days are dangerous.</p><p>Virtue is choked with foul Ambition,</p><p>And Charity chased hence by</p><p>Rancour's hand.</p><p><br /></p><p>William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-60324290986522812752022-11-07T03:39:00.003-08:002022-11-07T03:39:54.196-08:00Monday ~ November 7, 2022<p> A Charm invests a face</p><p>Imperfectly beheld - </p><p>The lady dare not lift her Veil</p><p>For fear it be dispelled - </p><p>But peers beyond her mesh - </p><p>And wishes - and denies - </p><p>Lest Interview - annul a want</p><p>That Image - satisfies - </p><p><br /></p><p>Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886</p><p style="text-align: left;"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-43252700193847066442022-11-06T04:26:00.000-08:002022-11-06T04:26:06.379-08:00Sunday, November 6, 2022<p> The things that haven't been done before</p><p>Are the tasks worthwhile today;</p><p>Are you one of the flock that follows, or</p><p>Are you one that shall lead the way?</p><p>Are you one or the timid souls that quail</p><p>at the jeers of a doubting crew,</p><p>Or dare you, whether you win or fail,</p><p>Strike out for a goal that's new?</p><p><br /></p><p>~ Edgar Guest, 1881 - 1959</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2303466572962702383.post-68720984251654269782022-11-05T04:36:00.002-07:002022-11-05T04:36:58.192-07:00Saturday ~ November 5, 2022<p> ...the odds against us are endless, our chances of being alive together statistically nonexistent; still we have made it, alive in a time when rationalists in square hats and hatless Jehovah's Witnesses agree that it is almost over, alive with our lively children who - but for endless if's - might have missed out of being alive together with marvels and follies and longings and lies and wishes and error and humor and mercy and journeys and voices and faces and colors and summers and mornings and knowledge and tears and chance.</p><p>Lisa Mueller, 1924 - 2020</p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com