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Life is not an easy matter.... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have read more
Life is not an easy matter.... You cannot live through it without falling into frustration and cynicism unless you have before you a great idea which raises you above personal misery, above weakness, above all kinds of perfidy and baseness.
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.
Intelligence is that faculty of mind, by which order is perceived in a situation previously considered disordered.
Intelligence is that faculty of mind, by which order is perceived in a situation previously considered disordered.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
The freedom of the press works in such a way that there is not much freedom from it.
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.
To label me an intellectual is a misunderstanding of what that is.
To label me an intellectual is a misunderstanding of what that is.
To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes read more
To be what no one ever was, To be what everyone has been: Freedom is the mean of those Extremes that fence all effort in.
To the man who only has a hammer in the toolkit, every problem looks like a nail.
To the man who only has a hammer in the toolkit, every problem looks like a nail.
Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.
Nature does not loathe virtue: it is unaware of its existence. - A Letter to Myself.
