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‘Tuesdays With Morrie: An Old Man, a Young Man, and Life’s Greatest Lesson’

Mitch Albom learns to transcend the greed and selfishness of the world through human goodness as he absorbs the life lessons of his favorite professor, Morrie Schwarts, in the weeks before Schwarts dies of ALS.

(Courtesy of Mitch Albom)

‘The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People’

This exemplar of the self-help and personal-productivity genre gives readers timeless advice with universal appeal. Centered around an ethos of the ends are deserved through ethical means, Stephen Covey offers guidance to achieve goals and life success through a focus on character.

(Simon & Schuster)

‘Everything Is Figureoutable’

Marie Forleo, born and raised as a Jersey girl, became a self-made millionaire through hard work, unshakable optimism, and her mantra: “Everything is figureoutable.” Forleo shows you how to face problems with a creative, goal-oriented outlook that can make chasing dreams a practical pursuit.

(Portfolio)

‘Who Moved My Cheese?’

The key to success in any business is to understand how to manage change. This book uses a distinctive story to understand the ways people react to change and to see the outcomes of the choices they make. Spencer Johnson’s “Who Moved My Cheese?” helps you understand how being calm and thinking through things can turn challenges into opportunities.

(Adult Putnam)

‘A Whole New Mind’

“A Whole New Mind” explores the concept of “right brain thinking” and how making use of it can give you a very clear advantage in the workplace. Moving from the information age into the concept age requires being able to go beyond data and facts, and into telling stories that will move people to action. From sales to the classroom, the ability to go beyond the data and tell stories that can move people to agree, make purchases, or learn from those stories will become the competitive advantage in the future.

(Penguin Random House)

‘Limitless’

A head injury left Jim Kwik “the boy with the broken brain.” School troubles drove him to learn how to learn. Now one of the world’s pre-eminent brain coaches, Kwik shows you that with the right motivation, mindset, and methods, you can make learning your superpower. It’s the difference between a trained and an untrained mind.

(Hay House Inc.)

‘The Power of Meaning’

“Meaning” can sound like such a vast and abstract concept, but the truth is that there are sources of meaning all around us, and Emily Esfahani Smith brings the “four pillars” of meaning to life with stories of people’s lives transformed through dinners, stargazes, community, storytelling, and more. Her uplifting book draws on ancient wisdom and shows how it plays out in our everyday lives.

(Broadway Books)

‘On Reading Well’

This is a book that should be gifted to every student. Each chapter takes on a classic virtue as Karen Swallow Prior recommends 12 classic works and shows why it is not just what you read, but how you read that cultivates virtue. Great literature can be transformative—if you read well.

(Baker Publishing Group)
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Arts Literature Poetry

Song of the Open Road

Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.

The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop’d,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here,
However shelter’d this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while.

 

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Arts Literature Poetry

Ode on a Grecian Urn

 

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear’d,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy’d,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy’d,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead’st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e’er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st,
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty”—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

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Arts Literature Poetry

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

 

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

 

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:—
A Poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the shew to me had brought:

 

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.