The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.

The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.
The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
When he found that the administrators were upset, he laughed. âDo they expect students not to be anarchists?â he said. âWhat else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up
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Nothing is yours. It is to use. It is to share. If you will not share it, you cannot use it.
One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them.
One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
Other people's stories may become part of your own, the foundation of it, the ground it goes on.
The trouble is, women have to be absolutely first class to get where third-class men get.
When we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having meet a new face, crossed a street we've never crossed before.
And I speak of spiritual suffering! Of people seeing their talent, their work, their lives wasted. Of good minds submitting to stupid ones. Of strength and courage strangled by envy, greed for power, fear of change. Change is freedom, change is life
A forest ecology is a delicate one. If the forest perishes, its fauna may go with it. The Athshean word for world is also the word for forest.
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.
It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.
It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.
When we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having meet a new face, crossed a street we've never crossed before.
A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.
Compare the torrent and the glacier. Both get where they are going.
This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars. The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.