Except for the field organizers of strikes, who were pretty tough monkeys and devoted, most of the so-called Communists I met were middle-class, middle-aged people playing a game of dreams. I remember a woman in easy circumstances saying to another even more affluent: 'After the revolution even we will have more, won't we, dear?' Then there was another lover of proletarians who used to raise hell with Sunday picknickers on her property. I guess the trouble was that we didn't have any self-admitted proletarians. Everyone was a temporarily embarrassed capitalist. Maybe the Communists so closely questioned by the investigation committees were a danger to America, but the ones I knew–at least they claimed to be Communists–couldn't have disrupted a Sunday-school picnic. Besides they were too busy fighting among themselves. John Steinbeck
Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.
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Warren W. Wiersbe
God judges men from the inside out; men judge men from the outside in. Perhaps to God, an extreme mental patient is doing quite well in going a month without murder, for he fought his chemical imbalance and succeeded; oppositely, perhaps the healthy, able and...
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Criss Jami
BLACK AND WHITEI was born into A religion of Light, But with so many other Religions and Philosophies, How do I know which O N E Is right? Is it not My birthright To seek out the light? To find TruthAfter surveying all the proof,...
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Suzy Kassem
It is the philosophers, theologians, and evangelists who are said to be filled with pride and bigotry due to the strong convictions that they represent. On the contrary, teachings can be either taken or dismissed; whereas voting is the only thing the average person can...
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Criss Jami
Do you really believe ... that everything historians tell us about men — or about women — is actually true? You ought to consider the fact that these histories have been written by men, who never tell the truth except by accident.
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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
It has always seemed strange to me... The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of...
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.
Tom felt his darkness. His father was beautiful and clever, his mother was short and mathematically sure. Each of his brothers and sisters had looks or gifts or fortune. Tom loved all of them passionately, but he felt heavy and earth-bound. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>He climbed...
