There Will Be Winter, There Will Be Cold, There Will Be Snowstorms, But Then There Will Be Spring.. Again..”
I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, Turn my living soul to stone Then teach myself to live again.
Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present.
Good fame is like fire; when you have kindled you may easily preserve it; but if you extinguish it, you will not easily kindle it again.
Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.
... because between the centuries, I gained a drop of life.
All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
Man is the result of slow growth; that is why he occupies the position he does in animal life. What does a pup amount to that has gained its growth in a few days or weeks, beside a man who only attains it in as many years.”
Every morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most.
One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
The revolution is a dictatorship of the exploited against the exploiters.
I began revolution with 82 men. If I had to do it again, I do it with 10 or 15 and absolute faith. It does not matter how small you are if you have faith and plan of action.
I am not interested in dry economic socialism. We are fighting against misery, but we are also fighting against alienation.
An American monkey, after getting drunk on brandy, would never touch it again, and thus is much wiser than most men.
On the ordinary view of each species having been independently created, we gain no scientific explanation.
I have been up against tough competition all my life. I wouldn't know how to get along without it.
“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.”
It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Stupidity is something unshakable; nothing attacks it without breaking itself against it; it is of the nature of granite, hard and resistant.
Lost time is never found again.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
Most of wars or military coups or invasions are done in the name of democracy against democracy.
If I were again beginning my studies, I would follow the advice of Plato and start with mathematics.
Against criticism a man can neither protest nor defend himself; he must act in spite of it, and then it will gradually yield to him.
If you beat your head against the wall, it is your head that breaks and not the wall.
Genuine tragedy is a case not of right against wrong but of right against right — two equally justified ethical principles embodied in people of unchangeable will.
No man can possibly know what life means, what the world means, until he has a child and loves it. And then the whole universe changes and nothing will ever again seem exactly as it seemed before.
To do the same thing over and over again is not only boredom: it is to be controlled by rather than to control what you do.
It is harder to fight against pleasure than against anger.
Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and the poor have a grudge against the poor, and the poet against the poet.
A man wins nothing better than a good wife, and then again nothing deadlier than a bad one.
Failure is not fatal until we surrender trying again is the key of glorious victory.
For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and suffer the loss of his soul?
We love to expect, and when expectation is either disappointed or gratified, we want to be again expecting.
Love (understood as the desire of good for another) is in fact so unnatural a phenomenon that it can scarcely repeat itself, the soul being unable to become virgin again and not having energy enough to cast itself out again into the ocean of another's soul.
Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
There must be a law against forcing children to perform at an early age. Children should have a wonderful childhood. They should not be given too much responsibility.
No mercy for these enemies of the people, the enemies of socialism, the enemies of the working people! War to the death against the rich and their hangers-on, the bourgeois intellectuals; war on the rogues, the idlers and the rowdies!
Socialists cannot achieve their great aim without fighting against all oppression of nations.
The aims of life are the best defense against death.
The only fence against the world is a thorough knowledge of it.
Bourgeois class domination is undoubtedly an historical necessity, but, so too, the rising of the working class against it. Capital is an historical necessity, but, so too, its grave digger, the socialist proletariat.
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea.
Masculinity is not something given to you, but something you gain. And you gain it by winning small battles with honor.
“During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination.
Do not judge me by my successes, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.
There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug.
There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.
Don't gain the world and lose your soul; wisdom is better than silver or gold.
There is no royal road to science, and only those who do not dread the fatiguing climb of its steep paths have a chance of gaining its luminous summits.
I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate.
The function of art is to struggle against obligation.
The remedy (or psychotherapy) against sadness caused by the world's misery is to do something about it.
War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.
Every war when it comes, or before it comes, is represented not as a war but as an act of self-defense against a homicidal maniac.
We have it in our power to begin the world over again.
The mind once enlightened cannot again become dark.
If you gain, you gain all. If you lose, you lose nothing. Wager then, without hesitation, that He exists.
The rivalry is with ourself. I try to be better than is possible. I fight against myself, not against the other.
No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
To make the existence and coherent structure of this Universe depend upon automatic activity and upon chance is against all good sense.”
Good tests kill flawed theories; we remain alive to guess again.
“Speak against unconscious oppression, Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative, Speak against bonds.”
I protest against every order with which some authority may feel pleased on the basis of some alleged necessity to over-rule my free will.
I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
One only dies once, and if one does not die well, a good opportunity is lost and will not present itself again.
Again, it may be said, that to love justice and equality the people need no great effort of virtue; it is sufficient that they love themselves.
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
Eros, again now, the loosen of limbs troubles me, / Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….
Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
Arguing from facts never wins a definitive victory against skillfully presented opinion.
From now on, our duty as Negro-Africans is plain. We remain free to travel with the current, or to row against it.
But I have a conscience and a religious faith, and I know that our liberties were not won without suffering, and may be lost again through our cowardice. I intend to do my duty to my country.
Man is an animal that makes bargains: no other animal does this - no dog exchanges bones with another.
Employ your time in improving yourself by other men's writings, so you can gain easily what others have labored hard for.
A man growing old becomes a child again.
Life is too short, and the time we waste in yawning never can be regained.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
If it is nothingness that awaits us, let us make an injustice of it, let us fight against destiny, even without hope of victory.
Always start again.
Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.
I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again 'I know that that’s a tree', pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: 'This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.
Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
Men unite against none so readily as against those whom they see attempting to rule over them.
In chess, as a purely intellectual game, where randomness is excluded, - for someone to play against himself is absurd ... It is as paradoxical, as attempting to jump over his own shadow.