Have no fear of robbers or murderers. Such dangers are without, and are but petty.
We should fear ourselves. Prejudices are the real robbers; vices the real murderers.
The great dangers are within us. What matters it what threatens our heads or our purses? Let us only think of what threatens our souls…
A preist should never take any precaution against a neighbor. What his neighbor does,
Let us confine ourselves to prayer to God when we think that danger hangs over us. Let us beseech him, not for ourselves, but that our brother may not fall into crime on our account.
With the long chine I burnt, and mortals guided
To a mysterious art; of fire-eyed signs,
I purged the vision, over-filmed before.
Such were the boons I gave; and ‘neath the earth
Those other helps to men, concealed which lie,
Brass, iron, silver, gold, who dares affirm
That before me he had discovered them?
No one, I know, but who would idly vaunt.
The sum of all learn thou in one brief word;
All arts to mortals from Prometheus came.
Such cunning works for mortals I contrived,
Yet, hapless, for myself find no device
To free me from this present agony.
~Prometheus Bound by Aeschylus
Ancient poetry. For me, these words are beautiful. I don’t know why exactly, as it takes great mind-power to understand them, but I find a simple prettiness in them, like the Northernness thing (see post Here )