“When we hear pride spoken of...”
The higher a statue is raised, the harder and the more dangerous the impact when it falls. (Furrow, 269)
When we hear pride spoken of, perhaps we imagine it as despotic, domineering behaviour. We associate it with the clamour of the mob acclaiming the passing victor, who, like a Roman emperor, bows his head lest his glorious brow graze the white marble of the high triumphal arches.
But let us be realistic. This type of pride is found only in people with crazy imaginations. We have to fight against …
"It is in the simplicity of your ordinary work, in the monotonous details of each day, that you have to find the secret, which is hidden from so many, of something great and new: Love.”