The virtue of justice consists in moderation, as regulated by wisdom.
155 years ago today, Lincoln spoke briefly at the national cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. The Civil War’s greatest battle had taken place there several months before Lincoln’s Address, now considered perhaps the greatest speech in American history, though it lasted just over two minutes. It was reported that a group of battle-tested soldiers wept as Lincoln acknowledged the nation’s debt to them.
“…that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom…” I’ve visited several times, and each time get a little choked up reading Lincoln’s words in the palpable presence of those who gave their last full measure of devotion.
When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook.
A quote that now holds personal meaning for me, as James suggests we choose not to respond to most negativity, either in our present or stored in the attic of the past.
For time is like a fashionable host
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand
And with his arms outstretch’d, as he would fly
Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles
And farewell goes out sighing.
Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida