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Quote by Gilbert Murray
The life and liberty and property and happiness of the common man

The life and liberty and property and happiness of the common man throughout the world are at the absolute mercy of a few persons whom he has never seen, involved in complicated quarrels that he has never heard of. – Gilbert Murray

Other quotes by Gilbert Murray

The fashions of the ages vary in this direction and that, but they vary for the most part from a central road which was struck out by the imagination of Greece. – Gilbert Murray

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Imagination
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Gilbert Murray
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The higher Greek poetry did not make up fictitious plots its business was to express the heroic saga, the myths. – Gilbert Murray

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Poetry
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The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness. – William Saroyan

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No period of my life has been one of such unmixed happiness as the four years which have been spent within college walls. – Horatio Alger

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Happiness

Enjoyment is just the sound of being centered. – Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh

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Happiness

We are built to conquer environment, solve problems, achieve goals, and we find no real satisfaction or happiness in life without obstacles to conquer and goals to achieve. – Maxwell Maltz

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