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When one makes a Revolution, one cannot mark time; one must always go forward -- or go back. He who read more
When one makes a Revolution, one cannot mark time; one must always go forward -- or go back. He who now talks about the "freedom of the press" goes backward, and halts our headlong course towards Socialism.
There is such a thing as moderation, even in telling the truth.
There is such a thing as moderation, even in telling the truth.
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
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.
All of us are watchers -- of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway -- but few are read more
All of us are watchers -- of television, of time clocks, of traffic on the freeway -- but few are observers. Everyone is looking, not many are seeing.
What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and read more
What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato's cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don't know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?
Never assume, for it makes an ASS out of U and ME.
Never assume, for it makes an ASS out of U and ME.
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it.
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly read more
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity.
