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A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets. - Maxims.
Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets. - Maxims.
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.
Nowadays people's visual imagination is so much more sophisticated, so much more developed, particularly in young people, that now you read more
Nowadays people's visual imagination is so much more sophisticated, so much more developed, particularly in young people, that now you can make an image which just slightly suggests something, they can make of it what they will.
Rest, rest, shall I have not all eternity to rest.
Rest, rest, shall I have not all eternity to rest.
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.
A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere read more
A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere on my body. That's okay.
Get out of the blocks, run your race, stay relaxed. If you run your race, you'll win. Channel your energy. read more
Get out of the blocks, run your race, stay relaxed. If you run your race, you'll win. Channel your energy. Focus.
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.
