It has always been a mystery to me how Adam, Eve, and the serpent were taught the same language. Where did they get it? We know now, that it requires a great number of years to form a language; that it is of exceedingly slow growth. We also know that by language, man conveys to his fellows the impressions made upon him by what he sees, hears, smells and touches. We know that the language of the savage consists of a few sounds, capable of expressing only a few ideas or states of the mind, such as love, desire, fear, hatred, aversion and contempt. Many centuries are required to produce a language capable of expressing complex ideas. It does not seem to me that ideas can be manufactured by a deity and put in the brain of man. These ideas must be the result of observation and experience. . Robert G. Ingersoll
Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.
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Warren W. Wiersbe
The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.
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Kurt Cobain
Myth is much more important and true than history. History is just journalism and you know how reliable that is.
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Joseph Campbell
A writer is one who communicates ideas and emotions people want to communicate but aren't quite sure how, or even if, they should communicate them.
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Criss Jami
Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.
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Germany Kent
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