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What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are read more
Take a look at your natural river. What are you? Stop playing games with yourself. Where's your river going? Are you riding with it? Or are you rowing against it? Don't you see that there is no effort if you're riding with your river?
It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be read more
It is our belief that if people are set free to express themselves to the fullest, their accomplishments will be far beyond their dreams, and they will not only contribute to the growth of the company, but will also be more useful citizens and contribute to the society at large.
I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors read more
I should have no objection to a repetition of the same life from its beginning, only asking the advantages authors have in a second edition to correct some faults of the first.
When all men think alike, no one thinks very much.
When all men think alike, no one thinks very much.
A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.
A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
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.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
