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The cause of freedom is the cause of God.
The cause of freedom is the cause of God.
All of us are watchers -- of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway -- but few are read more
All of us are watchers -- of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway -- but few are observers. Everyone is looking, not many are seeing.
What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and read more
What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is read more
A loving person lives in a loving world. A hostile person lives in a hostile world. Everyone you meet is your mirror.
Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be read more
Show me a man who cannot bother to do little things and I'll show you a man who cannot be trusted to do big things.
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every read more
Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to continually be part of unanimity.
If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind.
If a man knows not what harbor he seeks, any wind is the right wind.
Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, read more
Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.
