danneskjold

"Well, if I asked people whether they believed in life, they'd never understand what I mean. It's a bad question. It can mean so much that it really means nothing. So I ask them if they believe in God. And if they say they do--then, I know they don't believe in life."

You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. You cannot help the poor man by destroying the rich. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. You cannot build character and courage by taking away man's initiative and independence. You cannot help small men by tearing down big men. You cannot lift the...
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"in the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears tower. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison on the empty car pool...
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I was watching something on Hitler last night and he said something like people want something to fear and I think thats true, because fear controls people it tells people what to and not to do, like a parent, so without that people either rise or go crazy. I think most go crazy or fall into a depression or find a job where they simply...
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"Through all the ages, the mind has been regarded as evil, and every form of insult: from heretic to materialist to exploiter-every form of iniquity: from exile to disfranchisement to expropriation-every form of torture: from sneers to rack to firing squad-have been brough down upon those who assumed the responsibility of looking at the world through the eyes of a living conscious and performing the...
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'The great oak tree had stood on a hill over the Hudson, in a lonely spot on the Taggart estate. Eddie Willers, age seven, liked to come and look at that tree. It had stood there for hundreds of years, and he thought it would always stand there. Its roots clutched the hill like a fist with fingers sunk into the soil, and he thought...
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