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And better skilled in dark events to come.
And better skilled in dark events to come.
The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.
The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
Failure is unimportant. It takes courage to make a fool of yourself.
He who lets time rule him will live the life of a slave.
He who lets time rule him will live the life of a slave.
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the read more
The charm, one might say the genius of memory, is that it is choosy, chancy, and temperamental: it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot read more
Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot uneducate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. We have seen the future, and the future is ours.
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that read more
You can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have read more
When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has
died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an aeon
or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.
