Society and the World
Jonathan Swift
If Heaven had looked upon riches to be avaluable thing, it would not have given them tosuch a scoundrel.
Jonathan Swift
If Heaven had looked upon riches to be avaluable thing, it would not have given them tosuch a scoundrel.
Jonathan Swift
All Government without the Consent of the Governed , is the very Definition of Slavery .
Sun Tzu
Hence a commander who advances without any thought of winning personal fame andwithdraws in spite of certain punishment, whose only concern is to protect his people and promote the interests of his ruler, is the nation’s treasure.
Sun Tzu
The victorious army only enters battle afterhaving first won the victory, while the defeatedarmy only seeks victory after having firstentered the fray.
Sun Tzu
To win a hundred victories in a hundred battles is not the highest excellence; the highestexcellence is to subdue the enemy’s armywithout fighting at all.
Sun Tzu
To win a hundred victories in a hundred battles is not the highest excellence; the highestexcellence is to subdue the enemy’s armywithout fighting at all.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements ofthis last convulsion.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements ofthis last convulsion.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
My soul an’t yours, Mas’r! You haven’t boughtit,—ye can’t buy it! It’s been bought and paid for, by one that is able to keep it.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
My soul an’t yours, Mas’r! You haven’t boughtit,—ye can’t buy it! It’s been bought and paid for, by one that is able to keep it.
Tom Stoppard
I learned three things in Zurich during thewar. I wrote them down. Firstly, you’re eithera revolutionary or you’re not, and if you’re notyou might as well be an artist as anything else.Secondly, if you can’t be an artist, you mightas well be a revolutionary . . . I forget the thirdthing.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
Eliza made her desperate retreat across the river just in the dusk of twilight. The gray mist ofevening, rising slowly from the river, enveloped her as she disappeared up the bank, and theswollen current and floundering masses of icepresented a hopeless barrier between her andher pursuer.