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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to read more
It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to whom abundance spells disaster, and to whom unlimited energy means unlimited power for war and destruction, there is an ominous cloud in the distance though at present it be no bigger than a man's hand.
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
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.
Pro football gave me a good perspective. When I entered the political arena, I had already been booed, cheered, cut, read more
Pro football gave me a good perspective. When I entered the political arena, I had already been booed, cheered, cut, sold, traded, and hung in effigy.
Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope read more
Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it "creative observation." Creative viewing.
Prepare yourself for the world, as the athletes used to do for their exercise; oil your mind and your manners, read more
Prepare yourself for the world, as the athletes used to do for their exercise; oil your mind and your manners, to give them the necessary suppleness and flexibility; strength alone will not do.
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.
Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, read more
Personality is born out of pain. It is the fire shut up in the flint. - Letters to His Son, W. B. Yeats and Others.
