| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Augsburg Confession by Philip Melanchthon: the doctrine concerning faith and the righteousness of faith
being meanwhile suppressed. For gradually more holy-days were
made, fasts appointed, new ceremonies and services in honor of
saints instituted, because the authors of such things thought
that by these works they were meriting grace. Thus in times
past the Penitential Canons increased, whereof we still see
some traces in the satisfactions.
Again, the authors of traditions do contrary to the command of
God when they find matters of sin in foods, in days, and like
things, and burden the Church with bondage of the law, as if
there ought to be among Christians, in order to merit
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from In the Cage by Henry James: plays, gave him ground for what was almost the fondest of his
approaches, the theory that their tastes were, blissfully, just the
same. He was for ever reminding her of that, rejoicing over it and
being affectionate and wise about it. There were times when she
wondered how in the world she could "put up with" him, how she
could put up with any man so smugly unconscious of the immensity of
her difference. It was just for this difference that, if she was
to be liked at all, she wanted to be liked, and if that was not the
source of Mr. Mudge's admiration, she asked herself what on earth
COULD be? She was not different only at one point, she was
different all round; unless perhaps indeed in being practically
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from A Prince of Bohemia by Honore de Balzac: dissent. 'I know all about it, du Bruel, my dear, I that have been
like a queen in my house all my life till I married you. My wishes
were guessed, fulfilled, and more than fulfilled. After all, I am
thirty-five, and at five-and-thirty a woman cannot expect to be loved.
Ah, if I were a girl of sixteen, if I had not lost something that is
dearly bought at the Opera, what attention you would pay me, M. du
Bruel! I feel the most supreme contempt for men who boast that they
can love and grow careless and neglectful in little things as time
grows on. You are short and insignificant, you see, du Bruel; you love
to torment a woman; it is your only way of showing your strength. A
Napoleon is ready to be swayed by the woman he loves; he loses nothing
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