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Henry David Thoreau (b David Henry Thoreau, 1817) wrote:What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?
Norman Bethune wrote:They make war to capture markets by murder, raw materials by rape.... Threaten a reduction on the profit of their money, and the beast in them awakens with a snarl. They become as ruthless as savages, brutal as madmen, remorseless as executioners.
Simone Weil wrote:Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvellous, intoxicating.
Ecofeminist, Susan Griffin wrote:We know ourselves to be made from this earth. We know this earth is made from our bodies. For we see ourselves. And we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature. … [Refer]. Susan Griffin.
Juvenal wrote:If you want to be someone today you must nerve yourself
For deeds that could earn you an island exile, or years in jail.
Honesty's praised, but honest men freeze. Wealth springs from crime.
Landscape-gardens, palaces, furniture, antique silver -
Those cups embossed with prancing goats - all, all are tainted.
...
Though talent be wanting, yet indignation will drive me to verse,
such as I - or any scribbler - may still command.
"Gentlemen of the jury, I postulate to you that the world in which we live, a world of fears has been brought to its present state by the doers, by the scientists, by the soldiers, by the men of muscles. I have seen, and I mean no irreverence, I say this will all the depth of sincerity of which I am capable, I have seen the image of the savior. He had no muscles."
"Courts are not invested with the competence to second-guess the CIA director regarding the appropriateness of any particular intelligence source or method."
b 1694, French Enlightenment writer, philosopher, Voltaire wrote:Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.
American satirist, writer, Mark Twain wrote:Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head. [Refer.]
Albert Einstein wrote:Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. [Refer.]
"...You asked if I'm scared
And I said so
Everyone can see what's going on
They laugh `cause they know they're untouchable
Not because what I said was wrong
Whatever it may bring
I will live by my own policies
I will sleep with a clear conscience
I will sleep in peace
Maybe it sounds mean
But I really don't think so
You asked for the truth and I told you
Through their own words
They will be exposed
They've got a severe case of
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes
The emperor's new clothes"
excerpt from Representative Men (1850), on Montaigne; or, the Skeptic, Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote:Although knaves win in every political struggle, although society seems to be delivered over from the hands of one set of criminals into the hands of another set of criminals, as fast as the government is changed, and the march of civilization is a train of felonies, yet, general ends are somehow answered. We see, now, events forced on which seem to retard or retrograde the civility of ages. But the world-spirit is a good swimmer, and storms and waves cannot drown him. He snaps his finger at laws: and so, throughout history, heaven seems to affect low and poor means. Through the years and the centuries, through evil agents, through toys and atoms, a great and beneficent tendency irresistibly streams. [Refer.]
Masculine third-person singular pronouns apply equally to female persons in the above. If you wish.b 1892, first American woman awarded Nobel Prize for Literature 1938, Pearl S. Buck wrote:The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create—so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. [Refer.]
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