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Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that read more
Humor is perhaps a sense of intellectual perspective: an awareness that some things are really important, others not; and that the two kinds are most oddly jumbled in everyday affairs.
The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish good results while the strongest, by read more
The weakest living creature, by concentrating his powers on a single object, can accomplish good results while the strongest, by dispersing his effort over many chores, may fail to accomplish anything. Drops of water, by continually falling, hone their passage through the hardest of rocks but the hasty torrent rushes over it with hideous uproar and leaves no trace behind.
He who dares not (reason), is a slave.
He who dares not (reason), is a slave.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
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.
Freedom is just chaos with better lighting.
Freedom is just chaos with better lighting.
the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective
the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective
I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and read more
I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and information, such feebleness of thought.
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.
