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Upanishads or The Upanishads NULL
Where there is joy there is creation. Where there is no joy there is no creation: know the nature of joy. - Upanishad
Ursula Le Guin, fully Ursula Kroeber Le Guin
A writer is a person who cares what words mean, what they say, how they say it. Writers know words are their way towards truth and freedom, and so they use them with care, with thought, with fear, with delight. By using words well they strengthen their souls. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper.
Vauvenargues, Luc de Clapiers, Marquis de Vauvenargues NULL
Children are … encouraged to be imitators, a course to which they are already too much inclined. No one thinks of making them original, courageous, independent.
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Tom Lehrer, fully Thomas Andrew Lehrer
You can make fun with Saddam Hussein jokes ... but you can't make fun of, say, the concentration camps. I think my target was not so much evil, but benign stupidity: People doing stupid things without realizing or, instead, thinking they were doing good.
Tom Lehrer, fully Thomas Andrew Lehrer
So get down upon your knees, fiddle with your rosaries, bow your head with great respect, and genuflect, genuflect, genuflect!
Mother |
Love is daring. (Meaning: that a lover can do anything without calculating the consequences or that love has a blind eye.)
Thomas L. Friedman, fully Thomas Lauren Friedman
But if NATO’s only strength is that it can bomb forever, then it has to get every ounce out of that. Let’s at least have a real air war. The idea that people are still holding rock concerts in Belgrade, or going out for Sunday merry-go-round rides, while their fellow Serbs are ”cleansing” Kosovo, is outrageous. It should be lights out in Belgrade: every power grid, water pipe, bridge, road and war-related factory has to be targeted. Like it or not, we are at war with the Serbian nation (the Serbs certainly think so), and the stakes have to be very clear: Every week you ravage Kosovo is another decade we will set your country back by pulverizing you. You want 1950? We can do 1950. You want 1389? We can do 1389 too.
Ability | Day | Experiment | Mother | Nature | Will | Learn |
Thorstein Veblen, fully Thorstein Bunde Veblen, born Torsten Bunde Veblen
It is always sound business to take any obtainable net gain, at any cost and at any risk to the rest of the community
Mother |
Tom Hayden, fully Thomas Emmet "Tom" Hayden
The peace and justice movement has to expand and not run away from the plight of gang members.
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Certain people have a way of saying things that shake us at the core. Even when the words do not seem harsh or offensive, the impact is shattering. What we could be experiencing is the intent behind the words. When we intend to do good, we do. When we intend to do harm, it happens. What each of us must come to realize is that our intent always comes through. We cannot sugarcoat the feelings in our heart of hearts. The emotion is the energy that motivates. We cannot ignore what we really want to create. We should be honest and do it the way we feel it. What we owe to ourselves and everyone around is to examine the reasons of our true intent.
And all the gods go with you! I upon your sword sit laurel victory; and smooth success be strew'd before your feet.
Mother |
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, rising and cawing at the gun's report, sever themselves and madly sweep the sky— so at his sight away his fellows fly. A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act iii, Scene 2
Mother |
As a man thinketh our remedies in ourselves do lie which we ascribe to heaven.
And to conclude, the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason waits on him. Henvry VI, Part III, Act ii, Scene 5
Mother |
All my pretty ones? Did you say all? — O, hell-kite! All? What, all my pretty chickens and their dam at one fell swoop?
Mother |