|The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson and Fanny Van De Grift Stevenson:
striven to repair my losses, Heaven has beheld and will
remember. Its blessing was denied to my endeavours, or, as I
please myself by thinking, but delayed to descend upon my
daughter's head. At length, all hope was at an end; I was
ruined beyond retrieve; a heavy debt fell due upon the
morrow, which I could not meet; I should be declared a
bankrupt, and my goods, my lands, my jewels that I so much
loved, my slaves whom I have spoiled and rendered happy, and
oh! tenfold worse, you, my beloved daughter, would be sold
and pass into the hands of ignorant and greedy traffickers.
Too long, I saw, had I accepted and profited by this great
|The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The New Machiavelli by H. G. Wells:
living, and I have found myself with the teeming interests of the
life I have abandoned still buzzing like a swarm of homeless bees in
my head. My mind has been full of confused protests and
justifications. In any case I should have found difficulties enough
in expressing the complex thing I have to tell, but it has added
greatly to my trouble that I have a great analogue, that a certain
Niccolo Machiavelli chanced to fall out of politics at very much the
age I have reached, and wrote a book to engage the restlessness of
his mind, very much as I have wanted to do. He wrote about the
relation of the great constructive spirit in politics to individual
character and weaknesses, and so far his achievement lies like a
|The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from An Unsocial Socialist by George Bernard Shaw:
"You may call me as many names as you please, but you have no
right to make love to Agatha."
"My dearest, I do not recollect calling you any names. I think
you said something about a selfish brute."
"I did not. You called me a silly girl."
"But, my love, you are."
"And so YOU are. You are thoroughly selfish."
"I don't deny it. But let us return to our subject. What did we
begin to quarrel about?"
"I am not quarrelling, Sidney. It is you."
"Well, what did I begin to quarrel about?"