Maxioms by Edward Dahlberg
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, read more
The ruin of the human heart is self-interest, which the American merchant calls self-service. We have become a self-service populace, and all our specious comforts --the automatic elevator, the escalator, the cafeteria --are depriving us of volition and moral and physical energy.
Everything ultimately fails, for we die, and that is either the penultimate failure or our most enigmatical achievement.
Everything ultimately fails, for we die, and that is either the penultimate failure or our most enigmatical achievement.
It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before read more
It is very perplexing how an intrepid frontier people, who fought a wilderness, floods, tornadoes, and the Rockies, cower before criticism, which is regarded as a malignant tumor in the imagination.
There is hardly a man on earth who will take advice unless he is certain that it is positively bad.
There is hardly a man on earth who will take advice unless he is certain that it is positively bad.
When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels.
When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels.
