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The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not read more
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
Questions are never indiscreet: answers sometimes are
Questions are never indiscreet: answers sometimes are
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in read more
Why did men worship in churches, locking themselves away in the dark, when the world lay beyond its doors in all its real glory?
Questions are the creative acts of intelligence
Questions are the creative acts of intelligence
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the read more
The question why there is evil in existence is the same as why there is imperfection... But this is the real question we ought to ask: Is this imperfection the final truth, is evil absolute and ultimate?
I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and read more
I answer the heroic question "Death, where is they sting?" with "It is here in my heart and mind and memories."
He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; he who does not ask a question remains a read more
He who asks a question is a fool for five minutes; he who does not ask a question remains a fool forever