Education as Service by Jiddu Krishnamurti

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Synopsis: Jiddu Krishnamurti, guides our focus on character features a teacher should have in Education as Service.


The last point mentioned by the Master is pride: “Hold back your mind from pride,” He says, “for pride comes only from ignorance.” We must not confuse pride with the happiness felt when a piece of work is well done; pride grows out of the feeling of separateness: “I have done better than others.” Happiness in good work should grow out of the feeling of unity: “I am glad to have done this to help us all.” Pride separates a person from others, and makes him think himself superior to those around him; but the pleasure in some piece of work well done is helpful and stimulating, and encourages the doer to take up some more difficult work. When we share with others any knowledge we have gained, we lose all feeling of pride, and the wish to help more, instead of the wish to excel others, becomes the motive for study.

2. Self-control in action. The Master points out that while “there must be no laziness, but constant activity in good work … it must be your own duty that you do—not another man’s, unless with his permission and by way of helping him.” The teacher has, however, a special duty in this connection; for while he must offer to his boys every opportunity for development along their own lines, and must be careful not to check their growth or to force it in an unsuitable direction, he is bound to guide them very carefully, to watch them very closely, and, as Master has said, to tell them gently of their faults. The teacher is in charge of his boys while they are in school, and must, while they are there, take the place of their parents.

Lays of Ancient Rome by Baron Thomas Babington Macaulay

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     Fast by the royal standard,
          O'erlooking all the war,
     Lars Porsena of Clusium
          Sat in his ivory car.
     By the right wheel rode Mamilius,
          Prince of the Latian name;
     And by the left false Sextus,
          That wrought the deed of shame.


     But when the face of Sextus
          Was seen among the foes,
     A yell that rent the firmament
          From all the town arose.
     On the house-tops was no woman
          But spat towards him and hissed,
     No child but screamed out curses,
          And shook its little fist.


     But the Consul's brow was sad,
          And the Consul's speech was low,
     And darkly looked he at the wall,
          And darkly at the foe.
     "Their van will be upon us
          Before the bridge goes down;
     And if they once may win the bridge,
          What hope to save the town?"


     Then out spake brave Horatius,
          The Captain of the Gate:
     "To every man upon this earth
          Death cometh soon or late.
     And how can man die better
          Than facing fearful odds,
     For the ashes of his fathers,
          And the temples of his gods,


     "And for the tender mother
          Who dandled him to rest,
     And for the wife who nurses
          His baby at her breast,
     And for the holy maidens
          Who feed the eternal flame,
     To save them from false Sextus
          That wrought the deed of shame?


     "Haul down the bridge, Sir Consul,
          With all the speed ye may;
     I, with two more to help me,
          Will hold the foe in play.
     In yon strait path a thousand
          May well be stopped by three.
     Now who will stand on either hand,
          And keep the bridge with me?"


     Then out spake Spurius Lartius;
          A Ramnian proud was he:
     "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand,
          And keep the bridge with thee."
     And out spake strong Herminius;
          Of Titian blood was he:
     "I will abide on thy left side,
          And keep the bridge with thee."


     "Horatius," quoth the Consul,
          "As thou sayest, so let it be."
     And straight against that great array
          Forth went the dauntless Three.
     For Romans in Rome's quarrel
          Spared neither land nor gold,
     Nor son nor wife, nor limb nor life,
          In the brave days of old.


     Then none was for a party;
          Then all were for the state;
     Then the great man helped the poor,
          And the poor man loved the great:
     Then lands were fairly portioned;
          Then spoils were fairly sold:
     The Romans were like brothers
          In the brave days of old.


     Now Roman is to Roman
          More hateful than a foe,
     And the Tribunes beard the high,
          And the Fathers grind the low.
     As we wax hot in faction,
          In battle we wax cold:
     Wherefore men fight not as they fought
          In the brave days of old.

The Crock of Gold by James Stephens

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It’s a pleasure to accompany the Philosopher’s quest in James StephensThe Crock of Gold“.

Excerpt: “I have learned,” said the Philosopher, “that the head does not hear anything until the heart has listened, and that what the heart knows today, the head will understand tomorrow.”

Learn to Earn by Peter Lynch

Lear to Earn

A great book on how to invest!

Peter Lynch does in fact shows us the art of investing through Learn to Earn.

P.S.: One of those periods in which there’s not a lot of time to elaborate. Cheers

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds by Charles Mackay

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Synopsis: Very amusing and enlightening social pictures are brought to us by Charles Mackay in this Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds.

ExcerptThe demand for tulips of a rare species increased so much in the year 1636, that regular marts for their sale were established on the Stock Exchange of Amsterdam, in Rotterdam, Harlaem, Leyden, Alkmar, Hoorn, and other towns. Symptoms of gambling now became, for the first time, apparent. The stock-jobbers, ever on the alert for a new speculation, dealt largely in tulips, making use of all the means they so well knew how to employ, to cause fluctuations in prices. At first, as in all these gambling mania, confidence was at its height, and every body gained. The tulip-jobbers speculated in the rise and fall of the tulip stocks, and made large profits by buying when prices fell, and selling out when they rose. Many individuals grew suddenly rich. A golden bait hung temptingly out before the people, and one after the other, they rushed to the tulip-marts, like flies around a honey-pot. Every one imagined that the passion for tulips would last for ever, and that the wealthy from every part of the world would send to Holland, and pay whatever prices were asked for them. The riches of Europe would be concentrated on the shores of the Zuyder Zee, and poverty banished from the favoured clime of Holland. Nobles, citizens, farmers, mechanics, sea-men, footmen, maid-servants, even chimney-sweeps and old clothes-women, dabbled in tulips. People of all grades converted their property into cash, and invested it in flowers. Houses and lands were offered for sale at ruinously low prices, or assigned in payment of bargains made at the tulip-mart. Foreigners became smitten with the same frenzy, and money poured into Holland from all directions. The prices of the necessaries of life rose again by degrees: houses and lands, horses and carriages, and luxuries of every sort, rose in value with them, and for some months Holland seemed the very antechamber of Plutus. The operations of the trade became so extensive and so intricate, that it was found necessary to draw up a code of laws for the guidance of the dealers. Notaries and clerks were also appointed, who devoted themselves exclusively to the interests of the trade. The designation of public notary was hardly known in some towns, that of tulip-notary usurping its place. In the smaller towns, where there was no exchange, the principal tavern was usually selected as the “show-place,” where high and low traded in tulips, and confirmed their bargains over sumptuous entertainments. These dinners were sometimes attended by two or three hundred persons, and large vases of tulips, in full bloom, were placed at regular intervals upon the tables and sideboards for their gratification during the repast.”

20.000 Leagues Under the Seas by Jules Verne

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Synopsis: We have to love Jules Verne imagination no doubt, his 20.000 Leagues under the seas is a wonderful adventure.


“CAPTAIN NEMO stood up. I followed him. Contrived at the rear of the dining room, a double door opened, and I entered a room whose dimensions equaled the one I had just left.

It was a library. Tall, black–rosewood bookcases, inlaid with copperwork, held on their wide shelves a large number of uniformly bound books. These furnishings followed the contours of the room, their lower parts leading to huge couches upholstered in maroon leather and curved for maximum comfort. Light, movable reading stands, which could be pushed away or pulled near as desired, allowed books to be positioned on them for easy study. In the center stood a huge table covered with pamphlets, among which some newspapers, long out of date, were visible. Electric light flooded this whole harmonious totality, falling from four frosted half globes set in the scrollwork of the ceiling. I stared in genuine wonderment at this room so ingeniously laid out, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.

“Captain Nemo,” I told my host, who had just stretched out on a couch, “this is a library that would do credit to more than one continental palace, and I truly marvel to think it can go with you into the deepest seas.”

“Where could one find greater silence or solitude, professor?” Captain Nemo replied. “Did your study at the museum afford you such a perfect retreat?”

“No, sir, and I might add that it’s quite a humble one next to yours. You own 6,000 or 7,000 volumes here . . .”

“12,000, Professor Aronnax. They’re my sole remaining ties with dry land. But I was done with the shore the day my Nautilus submerged for the first time under the waters. That day I purchased my last volumes, my last pamphlets, my last newspapers, and ever since I’ve chosen to believe that humanity no longer thinks or writes. In any event, professor, these books are at your disposal, and you may use them freely.”

A Journey to the centre of the Earth by Jules Verne

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Synopsis: A journey to the center of the Earth is a wonderful adventure given to us by the great Jules Verne imagination.


Our real journey had now commenced. Hitherto our courage and determination had overcome all difficulties. We were fatigued at times; and that was all. Now we were about to encounter unknown and fearful dangers.

I had not as yet ventured to take a glimpse down the horrible abyss into which in a few minutes more I was about to plunge. The fatal moment had, however, at last arrived. I had still the option of refusing or accepting a share in this foolish and audacious enterprise. But I was ashamed to show more fear than the eider-duck hunter. Hans seemed to accept the difficulties of the journey so tranquilly, with such calm indifference, with such perfect recklessness of all danger, that I actually blushed to appear less of a man than he!

Had I been alone with my uncle, I should certainly have sat down and argued the point fully; but in the presence of the guide I held my tongue. I gave one moment to the thought of my charming cousin, and then I advanced to the mouth of the central shaft.

It measured about a hundred feet in diameter, which made about three hundred in circumference. I leaned over a rock which stood on its edge, and looked down. My hair stood on end, my teeth chattered, my limbs trembled. I seemed utterly to lose my centre of gravity, while my head was in a sort of whirl, like that of a drunken man. There is nothing more powerful than this attraction towards an abyss. I was about to fall headlong into the gaping well, when I was drawn back by a firm and powerful hand. It was that of Hans. I had not taken lessons enough at the Frelser’s-Kirk of Copenhagen in the art of looking down from lofty eminences without blinking!

However, few as the minutes were during which I gazed down this tremendous and even wondrous shaft, I had a sufficient glimpse of it to give me some idea of its physical conformation. Its sides, which were almost as perpendicular as those of a well, presented numerous projections which doubtless would assist our descent.

It was a sort of wild and savage staircase, without bannister or fence. A rope fastened above, near the surface, would certainly support our weight and enable us to reach the bottom, but how, when we had arrived at its utmost depth, were we to loosen it above? This was, I thought, a question of some importance.

My uncle, however, was one of those men who are nearly always prepared with expedients. He hit upon a very simple method of obviating this difficulty. He unrolled a cord about as thick as my thumb, and at least four hundred feet in length. He allowed about half of it to go down the pit and catch in a hitch over a great block of lava which stood on the edge of the precipice. This done, he threw the second half after the first.

Each of us could now descend by catching the two cords in one hand. When about two hundred feet below, all the explorer had to do was to let go one end and pull away at the other, when the cord would come falling at his feet. In order to go down farther, all that was necessary was to continue the same operation.

This was a very excellent proposition, and no doubt, a correct one. Going down appeared to me easy enough; it was the coming up again that now occupied my thoughts.

Elements of Geometry by Euclid of Alexandria

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Synopsis: In his 13 volumes – Elements of GeometryEuclid took his place among humanity.

Quote: “The laws of Nature are but the mathematical thoughts of God!”

Elbert Hubbard’s Scrap Book

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Synopsis: Being inspired is a state all would appreciate to be at all times. Elbert Hubbard‘s Scrap Book has a compilation of grand thinkers thoughts.

Excerpt“No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his body, to risk his well-being, to risk his life, in a great cause.” – Theodore Roosevelt

Corpus Hermeticum by Hermes Trismegistus

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Synopsis: Let us travel further back and go over the thoughts of Hermes Trismegistus in his Corpus Hermeticum aka Hermetica and find out why the Egyptians revered this Greek teachings.


1. Because my Son Tat, in thy absence, would needs learn the Nature of the things that are: He would not suffer
me to give over (as coming very young to the knowledge of every individual) till I was forced to discourse to him
many things at large, that his contemplation might from point to point, be more easy and successful.
2. But to thee I have thought good to write in few words, choosing out the principal heads of the things then
spoken, and to interpret them more mystically, because thou hast, both more years, and more knowledge of
3. All things that appear, were made, and are made.
4. Those things that are made, are not made by themselves, but by another.
5. And there are many things made, but especially all things that appear, and which are different, and not like.
6. If the things that be made and done, be made and done by another, there must be one that must make, and
do them; and he unmade, and more ancient than the things that are made.
7. For I affirm the things that are made, to be made by another; and it is impossible, that of the things that are
made any should be more ancient than all, but only that which is not made.”