Quotes About Ancient

Esoteric philosophy teaches that the physical form, the body, of the individual is made new at birth; but the soul is ancient, the stuff of stars.

It takes more to make one sage today than it did to make the seven of Greece. And you need more resources to deal with a single person these days than with an entire nation in times past.

The tantras are ancient sacred books of India and Tibet. The tantras detail specific means for attaining liberation.

As the profoundest philosophy of ancient Rome and Greece lighted her taper at Israel's altar, so the sweetest strains of the pagan muse were swept from harps attuned on Zion's hill.

In the history of old Jewish literature there was never any basic difference between the poet and the prophet. Our ancient poetry often became law and a way of life.

It ["The Ancient Mariner"] is marvellous in its mastery over that delightfully fortuitous inconsequence that is the adamantine logic of dreamland.

Poetry is such an ancient art, and I consider myself young within that art.

If an ancient man saw planes two thousand years ago He would've thought they were birds Or angels from another world Or messengers from other planets.

And truly Philosophy is but sophisticated poetry. Whence do those ancient writers derive all their authority but from the poets?

A fortress built long ago, Walls made timeless by historic glory.The small girl in the boat slows, To listen to its story.

Man has reached the moon, but twenty centuries ago a poet knew the enchantments that would make the moon come down to earth.

Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient Greek republics: Freedom for slave owners.

No cause is left but the most ancient of all, the one, in fact, that from the beginning of our history has determined the very existence of politics, the cause of freedom versus tyranny.

Have pity on a dinosaur.

The violence described in the Old Testament was endemic to the ancient Near East and remains endemic to much of the world today. Although our refined Western sensibilities recoil from these violent passages, in fact the Old Testament is to be credited for presenting the human condition in all its starkness

A growing number of people have realized that they lack what the ancient philosophers would have called a philosophy of life. Such a philosophy tells you what in life is worth having and provides you with a strategy for obtaining it. If you try to live without a philosophy of life, you will find yourself extemporizing your way through your days. As a result, your daily efforts are likely to be haphazard, and your life is likely to be misspent. What a waste!

It is indeed curious: Although they would have been satisfied with next to nothing, they nevertheless strove for something. Here is how Stoics would explain this seeming paradox. Stoic philosophy, while teaching us to be satisfied with whatever we've got, also counsels us to seek certain things in life. We should, for example, strive to become better people—to become virtuous in the ancient sense of the word.

Ancient Egyptians, who made medicinal use of willow bark, which contains the same active ingredient as aspirin does, had a theory. They thought four elements flow in us: blood, air, water, and a substance called wekhudu. They theorized that an overabundance of wekhudu caused pain and inflammation and that chewing on willow bark or drinking willow tea reduced the amount of wekhudu in someone experiencing pain or inflammation and thereby restored his health.

Thus, tell someone that you possess and are willing to share with him an ancient strategy for attaining virtue, and you will likely be met with a yawn. Tell him that you possess and are willing to share an ancient strategy for attaining tranquility, though, and his ears are likely to perk up; in most cases, people don't need to be convinced of the value of tranquility.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

England! awake! awake! awake!Jerusalem thy sister calls!Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of deathAnd close her from thy ancient walls?

Hear the voice of the Bard!Who Present, Past, and Future sees,Whose ears have heardThe Holy WordThat walk'd among the ancient trees.

Their eyes mid many wrinkles, their eyes,Their ancient, glittering eyes, are gay.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways.