#ancient

This being so, it follows that mythology ought not to take the prominent place that is too often assigned to it in the scientific study of ancient faiths. ↗

— William Robertson Smith

#assigned #being #faiths #follows #mythology

The praise of ancient authors proceeds not from the reverence of the dead, but from the competition and mutual envy of the living. ↗

— Thomas Hobbes

#authors #competition #dead #envy #living

The form language used by the ancient Egyptians in their structures is minimal. ↗

— Harry Seidler

#egyptians #form #language #minimal #structures

A man leaves his great house because he's bored With life at home, and suddenly returns, Finding himself no happier abroad. He rushes off to his villa driving like mad, You'ld think he's going to a house on fire, And yawns before he's put his foot inside, Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion, Or even rushes back to town again. So each man flies from himself (vain hope, because It clings to him the more closely against his will) And hates himself because he is sick in mind And does not know the cause of his disease. ↗

— Titus Lucretius Carus

#classics #latin #lucretius #philosophy #life

Therefore, the eight trigrams are frequently coordinated with the day, and they can of course also be correlated with the course of the year. ... A cycle of twelve hexagrams from the Book of Changes, the so-called P'i Kua is often also correlated witht he course of the year. ... These eight trigrams, then are coordinated with the times of the day and the cardinal points, and have, in addition, very interesting psychological correlations. ↗

— Hellmut Wilhelm

#history #i-ching #the-occult #change

The situations depicted in the Book of Changes are the primary data of life -- what happens to everybody, every day, and what is simple and easy to understand. ↗

— Hellmut Wilhelm

#chinese-philosopher #i-ching #the-occult #change

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death ↗

— Aeschylus

#inspirational #death

These pastoral-poet guys with their bleating goats and oaten pipes can stuff their phalaecean hendecasyllabics where the sun don't shine. ↗

— David Wishart

#death

TEIRESIAS: You have your eyes but see not where you are in sin, nor where you live, nor whom you live with. Do you know who your parents are? Unknowing you are enemy to kith and kin in death, beneath the earth, and in this life. ↗

— Sophocles

#sophocles #tragedy #death

Stranger, think long before you enter, For these corridors amuse not passing travellers. But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself. Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue. These columns rose not, for the such as you. But for those urgent pilgrim feet that wander On lonely ways, seeking the roots of rootless trees. The earth has many flowery roads; choose one That pleases your whim, and gods be with you. But now leave! - leave me to my dark green solitude Which like the deep dream world of the sea Has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins; Carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods; And mermaids, with flowing golden hair That charm a patch of silent darkness Into singing sunlight. ↗

— G.A. Kulkarni

#dreams