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Foxhunting... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
Foxhunting... the unspeakable pursuing the inedible.
Curiosity is one of the lowest of the human faculties. You will have noticed in daily life that when people read more
Curiosity is one of the lowest of the human faculties. You will have noticed in daily life that when people are inquisitive they nearly always have bad memories and are usually stupid at bottom.
My mind withdrew its thoughts from experience, extracting itself from the contradictory throng of sensuous images, that it might find read more
My mind withdrew its thoughts from experience, extracting itself from the contradictory throng of sensuous images, that it might find out what that light was wherein it was bathed.... And thus, with the flash of one hurried glance, it attained to the vision of That Which Is.
Depend on no man, on no friend but him who can depend on himself. He only who acts conscientiously toward read more
Depend on no man, on no friend but him who can depend on himself. He only who acts conscientiously toward himself, will act so toward others.
The best advisers, helpers and friends, always are not those who tell us how to act in special cases, but read more
The best advisers, helpers and friends, always are not those who tell us how to act in special cases, but who give us, out of themselves, the ardent spirit and desire to act right, and leave us then, even through many blunders, to find out what our own form of right action is.
He who angers you conquers you.
He who angers you conquers you.
No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not read more
No idea is so antiquated that it was not once modern. No idea is so modern that it will not some day be antiquated...to seize the flying thought before it escapes us is our only touch with reality.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
It is always in season for old men to learn.
When I gave food to the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why the poor were hungry, read more
When I gave food to the poor, they called me a saint. When I asked why the poor were hungry, they called me a communist.
