“…And so it is to the printing press–to the recorder of man’s deeds, the keeper of his conscience, the courier of his news–that we look for strength and assistance, confident that with your help, man will be what he was born to be: free and independent.””
Error or Mistake
“An error does not become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.”
“The closest approximation to truth
is found usually
in the mean of extreme views.”
“In the light of fuller knowledge it will be thought that the claim has lapsed, or only remains as a pious belief prevailing among an uncritical minority. … Whose mental bias predisposes them to the defense of exploded views. In such a case, however, an indiscriminate rejection is not much less superficial than an unenquiring acquiescence of a non-proven claim. The history of debated questions of this kind teaches another lesson, and the closest approximation to truth is found usually in the mean of extreme views.”
“…There is a secret in the simplest things, a wonder in the plainest, a charm in the dullest. …”
The Inspired
“We all vaguely deem it to be so; but he only lives a charmed life, like that of genius and poetic inspiration, who communes with the spiritual scene around him, hears the voice of the spirit in every sound, sees its signs in every passing form of things, and feels its impulse in all action, passion, and being.
Very near to us lies the mines of wisdom; unsuspected they lie all around us. There is a secret In the simplest things, a wonder in the plainest, a charm in the dullest.”
“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”
“There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.”
“Man longs to live in comfort and pleasure, but nature, who knows better what he was made for, gives him toil and painful strife so that he may raise himself above the sphere of his sorrows.”
