Hard times require furious dancing.
Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.
Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?
Ever since I arrived at the state of manhood... I have been a person of business.
Hard times require furious dancing.
Who we are never changes. Who we think we are does.
Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know.
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?
Ever since I arrived at the state of manhood... I have been a person of business.