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No child is born with a really cold heart, and it is only in proportion as we lose that youthful read more
No child is born with a really cold heart, and it is only in proportion as we lose that youthful heart that we lose the inner warmth in ourselves.
The rational individualist is not the enemy of benevolence or civility, but their truest exemplar.
The rational individualist is not the enemy of benevolence or civility, but their truest exemplar.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
Learn from your dreams what you lack.
Learn from your dreams what you lack.
A man without force, is without the essential dignity of humanity. Human nature is so constituted, that it cannot honor read more
A man without force, is without the essential dignity of humanity. Human nature is so constituted, that it cannot honor a helpless man, although it can pity him.
Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.
Sin makes its own hell, and goodness its own heaven.
The human race is divided into two sharply differentiated and mutually antagonistic classes, almost two genera- a small minority that read more
The human race is divided into two sharply differentiated and mutually antagonistic classes, almost two genera- a small minority that plays with ideas and is capable of taking them in, and a vast majority that finds them painful, and is thus arrayed against them, and against all who have traffic with them. The intellectual heritage of the race belongs to the minority, and to the minority only. The majority has no more to do with it than it has to do with ecclesiastic politics on Mars. In so far as that heritage is apprehended, it is viewed with enmity. But in the main it is not apprehended at all.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
To believe in one's dreams is to spend all of one's life asleep.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
