but how much others suffer from us; of this we take no heed.” —
Thomas a Kempis
It’s painful to realize, that my actions and words could be and are just as harmful to someone else.
When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,
As market days are wearing late,
An’ folk begin to tak the gate;
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
And getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky sullen dame.
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
From Tam O’ Shanter, Robert Burns, 1759–1796
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
Your Winter-garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly—and lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
— Omar Khayyam