If we do not believe within ourselves this deeply rooted feeling that there is something higher than ourselves, we shall never find the strength to evolve into something higher.
Our highest endeavor must be to develop free human beings who are able of themselves to impart purpose and direction to their lives. The need for imagination, a sense of truth, and a feeling of responsibilityâthese three forces are the very nerve of education.
The time has come to realize that supersensible knowledge has now to arise from the materialistic grave.
for even the wisest can learn incalculably much from children.
sirdroseph wrote: thats a wallop. i can see many misinterpreting this as support for some sort of postmodernism...but thats just another ism. The fact that once you try to organize a particular truth, which leads to the perversion of the truth, doesnt mean the truth itself isnt true.
Sir, I'm not sure what support of postmodernism conceptually means, but yes it's another ism. And nnoooooo, please don't interpret my silly posting as support for ANYthing, thank you. How do you like this one? I remember feeling elated reading The Fountainhead.
sirdroseph wrote: thats a wallop. i can see many misinterpreting this as support for some sort of postmodernism...but thats just another ism. The fact that once you try to organize a particular truth, which leads to the perversion of the truth, doesnt mean the truth itself isnt true.
âMost people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.â -Sigmund Freud
âItâs important to be kind. You canât know all the times that youâve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. Itâs easy to be cruel without meaning to be. Thereâs nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind,ââ Some lady in a bookstore somewhere
‘It’s important to be kind. You can’t know all the times that you’ve hurt people in tiny, significant ways. It’s easy to be cruel without meaning to be. There’s nothing you can do about that. But you can choose to be kind. Be kind,’” Some lady in a bookstore somewhere
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
The world is for thousands a freak show; the images flicker past and vanish; the impressions remain flat and unconnected in the soul. Thus they are easily led by the opinions of others, are content to let their impressions be shuffled and rearranged and evaluated differently. By seeking and blundering we learn.