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The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of read more
The images of the unconscious place a great responsibility upon a man. Failure to understand them, or a shirking of ethical responsibility, deprives him of his wholeness and imposes a painful fragmentariness on his life.
To choose time is to save time.
To choose time is to save time.
One realizes the full importance of time only when there is little of it left. Every man's greatest capital asset read more
One realizes the full importance of time only when there is little of it left. Every man's greatest capital asset is his unexpired years of productive life.
Rules of society are nothing; ones conscience is the umpire.
Rules of society are nothing; ones conscience is the umpire.
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
The more connections that can be made in the brain, the more integrated the experience is within memory.
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, read more
Memory depends very much on the perspicuity, regularity, and order of our thoughts. Many complain of the want of memory, when the defect is in the judgment; and others, by grasping at all, retain nothing.
Ignorance of God's prophetic outline, failure to know God's program for the Church, the nations, and Israel, is the cause read more
Ignorance of God's prophetic outline, failure to know God's program for the Church, the nations, and Israel, is the cause of the overwhelming amount of error and misunderstanding of the events of the future.
If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?
If you haven't got the time to do it right, when will you find the time to do it over?
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old read more
There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.
