Monday, 30 May 2011

Tuesday, 24 April 1945

As a forward and explanation to this diary entry, we have decided to begin with the footnote to it - this provides the necessary context:

The Parable of the Tares, (also known as the Parable of the Weeds, Parable of the Wheat and Tares, Parable of the Wheat and the Weeds, or the Parable of the Weeds and the Grain), is one of the best known parables of Jesus. However, it appears in only one of the Canonical gospels of the New Testament. According to Matthew 13:24-30 during the final judgment, the angels will separate the "sons of the evil one" (the "tares" or weeds) from the "sons of the kingdom" (the wheat). It follows the Parable of the Sower, and precedes the Parable of the Mustard Seed.
An abbreviated version of the parable also appears in the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas (57).[1] He set another parable before them, saying " The Kingdom of Heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field, but while people slept, his enemy came and sowed darnel weeds also among the wheat, and went away. But when the blade sprang up and brought forth fruit, the darnel weeds appeared also. The servants of the householder came and said to him, "Sir, didn't you sow good seed in your fields? Where did this darnel come from?"
"He said to them, 'An enemy has done this.'
"The servants asked him, 'Do you want us to go and gather them up?'
"But he said, 'No, lest perhaps while you gather up the darnel weeds, you root up the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest, and in the harvest time I will tell the reapers "First, gather up the darnel weeds, and bind them in bundles to burn them; but gather the wheat into my barn.""
- Matthew 13:24-30, World English Bible

Octavia D. refers to the Wheat and Tares - Conversation of Christly Character - 

 Evil springs springs up everywhere in closest contact with the good - how shall the good be saved from contamination? The proposal of the servants illustrates the purely human method of dealing with the question, 'wilt thou then that we go and gather them up? Shall we turn from the wheat to the tares? Shall we cease to think about - the good,and concentrate our force and our attention upon the evil - our first impulse in this work is th always negative, to root up, to destroy.

The best way to conquer your vices is to cultivate your virtues. The best way to avoid temptation is to fill your life with active service.

In relation to others our efforts should be positive. The world suffers from negative preaching and from negative striving. There are too many reformers whose only ideal is to root up and tear down.  Too many are eager to break the images which others worship while they themselves worship while themselves worship nothing but the breaking.

- Pilgrim Press, Garden and More Press, 1907

Tuesday, 17 May 2011

Wednesday, 14 May 1947

Three stanzas from 'The Ballad of Reading Gaol' by Oscar Wilde:

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, 
By each let this be heard, 
Some do it with a bitter look, 
Some with a flattering word, 
The coward does it with a kiss, 
The brave man with a sword!

Some love too little, some too long, 
Some sell, and others buy; 
Some do the deed with many tears, 
And some without a sigh: 
For each man kills the thing he loves, 
Yet each man does not die.

And alien tears will fill for him 
Pity's long-broken urn, 
For his mourners be outcast men, 
And outcasts always mourn. 

Monday, 16 May 2011

Thursday, 4 January 1945

If your ideals take you away from humanity and humanism, and set you apart [from these], then they are bad ideals.

Therefore, typical female idealism is good, but typical male idealism is bad, because typical female idealism is to lift life and all in it to the highest and most beautiful. But man's idealism scorns reality and is of the stars, or another world, or dreams.


Pasted in: Wiliams James once said, 'The great use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it.'

Sunday, 15 May 2011

Wednesday, 13 November 1935

Dick gave me [this] last night for Daddy:

1934 Version of Twenty-Third Psalm

Mr. Roosevelt is my shepeherd
I am in want
He maketh me to lie down on park benches
He leadeth me beside the still factories
He disturbuth my soul
He leadeth me in the paths of destruction for his party's sake
I anticipate no recovery
For he is with me
His policies and diplomacies - they frighten me
He prepareth a reduction in my salary and
In the presence of my enemies
He appointeth me small income with taxes
And my expense runneth over 
Surely unemplyment and poverty shall follow me
All the days of my life
And I shall dwell in a mortgaged house forever. 

Saturday, 14 May 2011

Sunday, June 11, 1944

People talk so much in this generation about it being so human or the natural thing to do. The fact is that we must go above the human thing. The human and the natural thing is not good enough. (Nevertheless of course, we have been given the capability to do better).