The struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and Godlike.
I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
The universe is not governed by whimsy or chance, but by a set of laws that we are still struggling to understand.
I am surrounded by priests who repeat incessantly that their kingdom is not of this world and yet they lay their hands on everything they can get.
The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.
The struggle of life is one of our greatest blessings. It makes us patient, sensitive, and Godlike.
I could not, at any age, be content to take my place by the fireside and simply look on.
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
The universe is not governed by whimsy or chance, but by a set of laws that we are still struggling to understand.
I am surrounded by priests who repeat incessantly that their kingdom is not of this world and yet they lay their hands on everything they can get.
The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history.