Sri Chinmoy<\/a>.<\/p>\n\n<\/p>\n
<\/h2>\nWisdom of Socrates<\/h2>\n
The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.<\/p>\n
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Our prayers should be for blessings in general, for God knows best what is good for us.<\/p>\n
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All men’s souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine.<\/p>\n
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Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.<\/p>\n
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\nEmploy your time in improving yourself by other men’s writings, so that you shall gain easily what others have labored hard for.<\/p>\n
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By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you’ll become happy; if you get a bad one, you’ll become a philosopher.<\/p>\n
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I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.<\/p>\n
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If thou continuest to take delight in idle argumentation thou mayest be qualified to combat with the sophists, but will never know how to live with men.<\/p>\n
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Serenity, regularity, absence of vanity, Sincerity, simplicity, veracity, equanimity, Fixity, non-irritability, adaptability, Humility, tenacity, integrity, nobility, magnanimity, charity, generosity, purity.
\nPractise daily these eighteen “ities” You will soon attain immortality.<\/p>\n
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The greatest way to live with honor in this world is to be what we pretend to be.<\/p>\n
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The unexamined life is not worth living.<\/p>\n
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One who is injured ought not to return the injury, for on no account can it be right to do an injustice; and it is not right to return an injury, or to do evil to any man, however much we have suffered from him.<\/p>\n
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If all misfortunes were laid in one common heap whence everyone must take an equal portion, most people would be contented to take their own and depart.<\/p>\n
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An honest man is always a child.<\/p>\n
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