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The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born read more
The reason for the slow progress of the world seems to lie in a single fact. Every man is born under the yoke, and grows up beneath the oppressions of his age. He can only get a vision of the unselfish forces in the world by appealing to them, and every appeal is a call to arms. If he fights he must fight, not one man, but a conspiracy. He is always at war with a civilization. On his side is proverbial philosophy, a galaxy of invisible saints and sages, and the half-developed consciousness and professions of everybody. Against him is the world, and every selfish passion in his own heart.
 The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or
inhabitants.  
 The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or
inhabitants. 
 I want to talk with people who care about things that matter that
will make a life-changing difference.  
 I want to talk with people who care about things that matter that
will make a life-changing difference. 
 We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge but we cannot be wise
with other men's wisdom.  
 We can be knowledgeable with other men's knowledge but we cannot be wise
with other men's wisdom. 
 Wealth is enjoying what we already have, not getting more of what we
think will make us happy.  
 Wealth is enjoying what we already have, not getting more of what we
think will make us happy. 
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.
 You never suffer from a money problem, you always suffer from an idea
problem.  
 You never suffer from a money problem, you always suffer from an idea
problem. 
An ounce of hypocracy is worth a pound of ambition.
An ounce of hypocracy is worth a pound of ambition.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.