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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines
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A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines
Clumsy indeed are all words the moment the wooden stage of commonplace life is left.
It is injurious to the mind as well as to the body to be always in one place and always surrounded by the same circumstances.
In the course of time, we grow to love things we hated and hate things we loved.
Life must needs be disgusting alike to the idle rich man as to the idle poor man, who has no work to do, or, having work, will not do it.
Anger is not only a vice, but a vice point-blank against nature, for it divides instead of joining
If to-day thou art not ready, how shalt thou be ready to-morrow?
In judging others a man laboureth in vain; he often erreth, and easily falleth into sin; but in judging and examining himself he always laboureth to good purpose.
Never had I felt confinement less—I who feel, when I am out of sight of living, growing grass, and out of sound of birds' voices and all rural sounds, that I am not properly alive!
Compared with what we ought to be, we are only half awake.
Most of us continue living unnecessarily near our surface.
We are all to some degree oppressed, unfree. We don't come to our own. It is there, but we don't get at it. The threshold must be made to shift.
What right have I to be free, that another man cannot prove himself to possess by nature?
While a slave remains in his fetters, the land must have no rest.
Accordingly a function of free speech under our system of government is to invite dispute.
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