We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
If you show people the problems and you show people the solutions, they will be moved to act.
Learning is not child's play; we cannot learn without pain.
The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes than he who distrusts them.
Trust no Future, however pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present!
“Make yourself at home… clean my kitchen.”
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
If you show people the problems and you show people the solutions, they will be moved to act.
Learning is not child's play; we cannot learn without pain.
The man who trusts men will make fewer mistakes than he who distrusts them.
Trust no Future, however pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present!
“Make yourself at home… clean my kitchen.”