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The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find read more
The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find him desperately numerous in the civil service, in the official bureaus. To him government is something given as unconditionally, as absolutely as ocean or hill. He goes on winding the tape that he finds. His imagination has rarely extricated itself from under the administrative machine to gain any sense of what a human, temporary contraption the whole affair is. What he thinks is the heavens above him is nothing but the roof.
The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.
The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.
I've never been an intellectual but I have this look.
I've never been an intellectual but I have this look.
Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.
Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything read more
The observation of others is coloured by our inability to observe ourselves impartially. We can never be impartial about anything until we can be impartial about our own organism. - Essays and Aphorisms.
Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.
Virtue herself is her own fairest reward. - Punica.
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in read more
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.
Life - a sexually transmitted terminal condition.
