"Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more."

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Source : Lancelot Andrewes (1861). “The Devotions of Bishop Andrewes: Translated from the Greek and Arranged Anew”, p.138

Lancelot Andrewes

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“Philosophy is based on speculation, on logic, on thought, on the synthesis of what we know and on the analysis of what we do not know. Philosophy must include within its confines the whole content of science, religion and art.”
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“When you are on the management side, you still have to understand the artistic sensibility so that there is a dialogue with the creative side.”
“Giving is an expression of gratitude for our blessings.”

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“If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?”
“Drop the veneer periodically and be like "OK, I'm an imperfect human. Let's try to get through this."”
“I tried to instill a different motivation, to give them the security and the conviction that they were doing something good, something necessary, something useful - if you want to use a grandiose expression, that they were doing something for peace.”
“I wanted to pack a lot into the lyric, but not go beyond its bounds. Some have written that I wanted to expand what the lyric could do. I just want the hugeness of experience-which includes philosophical discursiveness-to move at a rate of speed that kept it (because all within one unity of experience) emotional. Also, often, questions became the way the poems propelled themselves forward It brings the reader in as a listener to a confession[.] A poem is a private story, after all, no matter how apparently public. The reader is always overhearing a confession.”

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