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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.
Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted read more
Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.
Life is not an easy matter.... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have read more
Life is not an easy matter.... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.
Never assume, for it makes an ASS out of U and ME.
Never assume, for it makes an ASS out of U and ME.
To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes read more
To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes that fence all effort in.
The difference between a smart man and a wise man is that a smart man knows what to say, a read more
The difference between a smart man and a wise man is that a smart man knows what to say, a wise man knows whether or not to say it.
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.
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.
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?
