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There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.
There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.
Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.
Sundays, quiet islands on the tossing seas of life.
The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find read more
The man who will follow precedent, but never create one, is merely an obvious example of the routineer. You find him desperately numerous in the civil service, in the official bureaus. To him government is something given as unconditionally, as absolutely as ocean or hill. He goes on winding the tape that he finds. His imagination has rarely extricated itself from under the administrative machine to gain any sense of what a human, temporary contraption the whole affair is. What he thinks is the heavens above him is nothing but the roof.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.
Concentrating on the essentials. We will then be accomplishing the greatest possible results with the effort expended.
Concentrating on the essentials. We will then be accomplishing the greatest possible results with the effort expended.
It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.
It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.
Bias and impartiality is in the eye of the beholder.
Bias and impartiality is in the eye of the beholder.
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?
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.
