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We would rather have one man or woman working with us than three merely working for us.
We would rather have one man or woman working with us than three merely working for us.
Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and read more
Your life and my life flow into each other as wave flows into wave, and unless there is peace and joy and freedom for you, there can be no real peace or joy or freedom for me. To see reality--not as we expect it to be but as it is--is to see that unless we live for each other and in and through each other, we do not really live very satisfactorily; that there can really be life only where there really is, in just this sense, love.
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to read more
It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore, and to see ships tost upon the sea: a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle, and to see a battle and the adventures thereof below: but no pleasure is comparable to standing upon the vantage ground of truth... and to see the errors, and wanderings, and mists, and tempests, in the vale below.
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on read more
You learn to put your emotional luggage where it will do some good, instead of using it to shit on other people, or blow up aeroplanes.
Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.
Trust is the lubrication that makes it possible for organizations to work.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
You never see what you want to see, forever playing to the gallery.
You never see what you want to see, forever playing to the gallery.
