foolish

Where in the Bible are we told in one verse not to do a thing and in the next to do it?__nswer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him._ Prov. xxvi. 4.__nswer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit._ Prov. xxvi. 5.

These are the words of a fool: I am happy to be a fool, for i won't spend my time gazing at lines difficult to decipher, while my mates are drinking with glee.

Most of my failures can be ascribed to the fact that I chose that which was __asy_ over that which was __ight_. And while it__ __ight_ to admit this to myself, it isn__ __asy._ So, which choice am I going to make this time?

What our parents tell us when we are small seldom goes ignored, no matter how foolish it may be

The reason my life has wandered to nowhere is likely due to the fact that the focus of the moment has dictated the destination of my life, when the destination of my life should have been dictating the focus of the moment.

I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

It is the fool who declares __ am ascending the summit,_ while he__ toddling around in the ditch.

Due north_ on my compass is largely __ue_ to the fact that in __ue_ time I have been __nduly_ lax in recalibrating my compass. And I__ apparently ignorant enough to wonder why I__ lost.

Not one word was said by Moses or Aaron as to the wickedness of depriving a human being of his liberty. Not a word was said in favor of liberty. Not the slightest intimation that a human being was justly entitled to the product of his own labor. Not a word about the cruelty of masters who would destroy even the babes of slave mothers. It seems to me wonderful that this God did not tell the king of Egypt that no nation could enslave another, without also enslaving itself; that it was impossible to put a chain around the limbs of a slave, without putting manacles upon the brain of the master. Why did he not tell him that a nation founded upon slavery could not stand? Instead of declaring these things, instead of appealing to justice, to mercy and to liberty, he resorted to feats of jugglery. Suppose we wished to make a treaty with a barbarous nation, and the president should employ a sleight-of-hand performer as envoy extraordinary, and instruct him, that when he came into the presence of the savage monarch, he should cast down an umbrella or a walking stick, which would change into a lizard or a turtle; what would we think? Would we not regard such a performance as beneath the dignity even of a president? And what would be our feelings if the savage king sent for his sorcerers and had them perform the same feat? If such things would appear puerile and foolish in the president of a great republic, what shall be said when they were resorted to by the creator of all worlds? How small, how contemptible such a God appears!

Some things you never forgot. She had come to believe that the very things the practical world dismissed as ephemera__hings like songs and moonlight and kisses__ere sometimes the things that lasted the longest. They might be foolish, but they defied forgetting. And that was good. That was good.

...and the day will come...Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream...

I will love to be called a foolish man of peace, than to be named a wise man of war. Show me your weapons of war and I will show you my Bible of peace!

Any man, you'll soon learn, has an insurmountable need to blame someone else when he is made to look a fool.

Why is it when I pursue the praises of men I find myself with everything that I__e looked for but nothing that I need? That__ because I have an extraordinary habit of looking for the wrong thing in the wrong place.

Things that are truly great need nothing from me, and to somehow think that they do speaks to my utter lack of greatness.

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.

A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn__ help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.

I'm in a hole because at some point I found a shovel and started digging. Maybe I should trade my shovels for ladders and start climbing.