When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown. Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things, The good of subjects is the end of kings.
Part of the problem with the word 'disabilities' is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can't feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or...
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Fred Rogers
It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.
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Jackson Pearce
But no: he was empty, he was confronted by a vast anger, a desperate anger, he saw it and could almost have touched it. But it was inert - if it were to live and find expression and suffer, he must lend it his own...
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JeanPaul Sartre
That's for the best. Otherwise they might realize they're in prison. It can't be helped. You women are used to harems and prisons. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>A person can spend his whole life between four walls. If he doesn't think or feel that he's a prisoner,...
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Vladimir Bartol
These are the three stages of enlightenment, the three glimpses of satori. 1. The first stage enlightenment: A Glimpse of the WholeThe first stage of enlightenment is short glimpse from faraway of the whole. It is a short glimpse of being. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>The first...
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Swami Dhyan Giten
More Quotes By Daniel Defoe
Thus the Government of our Virtue was broken and I exchang'd the Place of Friend for that unmusical harsh-sounding Title of Whore.
The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.
I told him I had, perhaps, different notions of matrimony from what the received custom had given us of it; that I thought a woman was a free agent as well as a man, and was born free, and, could she manage herself suitably, might...
I added, that whoever the woman was that had an estate, and would give it up to be the slave of a great man, that woman was a fool, and must be fit for nothing but a beggar; that it was my opinion a woman...
I had great Reason to consider it as a Determination of Heaven, that in this desolate Place, and in this desolate Manner I should end my life; the Tears would run plentifully down my Face when I made these Reflections, and sometimes I would expostulate...
