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Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.
We are enslaved by anything we do not consciously see. We are freed by conscious perception.
We are enslaved by anything we do not consciously see. We are freed by conscious perception.
The moment avoiding failure becomes your motivation, you're down the path of inactivity. You stumble only if you're moving.
The moment avoiding failure becomes your motivation, you're down the path of inactivity. You stumble only if you're moving.
Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you read more
Consider how much more you often suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end read more
There is no arguing with him, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did read more
I have yet to see any problem, however complicated, which, when you looked at it in the right way, did not become still more complicated.
Discontent is something that follows ambition like a shadow.
Discontent is something that follows ambition like a shadow.
Argument is conclusive... but... it does not remove doubt, so that the mind may rest in the sure knowledge of read more
Argument is conclusive... but... it does not remove doubt, so that the mind may rest in the sure knowledge of the truth, unless it finds it by the method of experiment. For if any man who never saw fire proved by satisfactory arguments that fire burns. his hearer's mind would never be satisfied, nor would he avoid the fire until he put his hand in it that he might learn by experiment what argument taught.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.