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You who are without sorrow for the suffering of others,
You do not deserve to be called human.
By Sa'di
...when women speak truly they speak subversively--they can't help it: if you're underneath, if you're kept down, you break out, you subvert. We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains. That's what I want--to hear you erupting. You young Mount St. Helenses who don't know the power in you--I want to hear you."
-- Ursula K. Le Guin
By Ursula K. LeGuin
Don't go scurrying about for inner peace,
you will lose your inner peace.
By Lao T'zu
Security is mostly a superstition.
It does not exist in nature,
nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits
in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
By Helen Keller
Reason has seldom failed us because it has seldom been tried.
By Edward Abbey
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
By Francisco Goya
Where the mystery is the deepest is the source of all that is subtle and wonderful.
By Lao T'zu
Reason has seldom failed us because it has seldom been tried.
By Edward Abbey
The sleep of reason produces monsters.
By Francisco Goya
where the mystery is the deepest is the source of all that is subtle and wonderful.
By Lao T'zu
Prayer is Israel's only weapon,..
By Assembly Of Rabbis
The temple bell stops.
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.
By Matsuo Basho
All partake of the universal divinity: the scorpion and the packrat, the Junebug and the pismire, and even human beings.
By Edward Abbey
Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.
By Edward Abbey
Grown men don't need leaders.
By Edward Abbey
Rule a large country as one would cook a small fish--
with very little stirring, else everything turns to paste.
By Confucius
Language seems to me intrinsically comic — noises of the tongue, lips, larynx, and palate rendered in ink on paper with the deepest and airiest thoughts in mind and the harshest and tenderest feelings at heart.
By Roy Blount Jr
only the cricket's song
penetrates
stones of ruined temple
By Matsuo Basho
A thicket of summer grass
Is all that remains
Of the dreams of ancient warriors.
By Matsuo Basho
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