Oh the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are -- chaff and grain together -- certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away….
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One principle reason why men are so often useless is that they divide and shift their attention among a multiplicity of objects and pursuits.
Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.
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Re-examine all you have been told . . . Dismiss what insults your Soul. -Walt Whitman.
The object of the superior man is truth.
The object of the superior man is truth.
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Every individual has a place to fill in the world, and is important, in some respect, whether he chooses to be so or not.
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Those who are more adapted to the active life can prepare themselves for contemplation in the practice of the active life, while those who are more adapted to the contemplative life can take upon themselves the works of the active life so as to become yet more apt for contemplation.
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If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders -- what would you tell him to do? I don't know. What could he do? What would you tell him? To shrug.
