The morning waits across the pond where fog meets frost to mingle and declare though substance change and rearrange— what is loved cannot be lost. — Mary Etta Perry
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Kurt Vonnegut
The practice of art isn’t to make a living. It’s to make your soul grow. — Kurt Vonnegut
Lily Tomlin
No matter how cynical you get, it is impossible to keep up. — Lily Tomlin
George Hunsinger
Violence, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once observed, finds refuge in falsehood, even as falsehood is supported by violence. "Anyone who has once acclaimed violence as his method must inexorably choose falsehood as his principle." (Solzhenitsyn's 1972 Nobel Prize acceptance speech) A practical rule can be deduced. Where there is violence, look for falsehood; where there is falsehood, look for violence. If Solzhenitsyn is correct, they go together. — George Hunsinger
Voltaire
Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. — Voltaire
Joseph Campbell
We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. — Joseph Campbell
Mohandas Gandhi
Civil disobedience becomes a sacred duty when the state has become lawless or corrupt. And a citizen who barters with such a state shares in its corruption and lawlessness. . . . Disobedience to be civil implies discipline, thought, care, attention. . . . Non-cooperation with evil is as much a duty as cooperation with good. . . . Nonviolent action without the cooperation of the heart and the head cannot produce the intended result. — Mohandas Gandhi
James Baldwin
Beyond talent lie all the usual words: discipline, love, luck—but, most of all, endurance. — James Baldwin
Ken Sehested
Chances are good that you can generate the desire for a more comprehensive social or theological analysis from the ground of concrete involvement. Chances are slim that you can generate concrete involvement simply from a comprehensive analysis. In fact, analysis devoid of conviction often becomes a substitute for conviction. — Ken Sehested
Henry Fairlie
We may say this of the face of Sloth: . . . it is the face of those . . . in whom the sap seems never to have arisen. — Henry Fairlie
