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Questions are never indiscreet: answers sometimes are
Questions are never indiscreet: answers sometimes are
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the read more
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the breath of life for a conversation.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is not to stop questioning.
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to read more
How could there be any question of acquiring or possessing, when the one thing needful for a man is to become -- to be at last, and to die in the fullness of his being.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now read more
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What read more
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer
I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don't know the answer
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in read more
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
