By Leibniz Gottfried Wilhelm
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4 1925-1930 He bore failure without self-pity, self-admiration. Provided he and success without knew he had paid his ut- termost farthing, what did it matter to him how others judged the result. Pharisee? Lord, thou knowest he has never been righteous in his own eyes. A 1941-1942 The middle He — years stood erect as a peg top does so long as the whip keeps lashing it. He was modest thanks to a robust conviction of his own superiority. He was unambitious all he wanted was a life free from cares, and he took more pleasure in the failures of others than in his own and successes.
Is in its fore, constantly looking for recognition: — You asked for burdens to carry And howled when they were placed on your shoulders. Had you fancied another sort of burden? Did you believe in the anonymity of sacrifice? The sacrificial act and the sacrificial victim are opposites, and to be judged as such. Caesarea Philippi:* to accept condemnation of the Way as its fulfillment, its definition, to accept this O both when it is chosen and when it is realized. * See Matthew 16:13-28. Particularly relevant, perhaps, are verses 24-25: "If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
Of and again its own volition, again under the surface. No cloud passed over the sun. The song of the lark did not stop. But the water is suddenly dirty and cold the thought of being dragged down to the bottom by the heavy thing which is fighting out there for its death arouses a feeling of sheer nausea. And this nausea is more paralyzing than the fear of danger. Cowardice? In any case, the word must be spoken. She walked to the end of the esplanade, and then waded out through the mud until the water was deep enough and the current swept her away.
Arnauld by Leibniz Gottfried Wilhelm