Quote by Albert Camus
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood — never. – Albert Camus

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The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves. – Albert Camus

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Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want not the alleviation but the silencing of misery. – Albert Camus

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The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution. – George Eliot

The way of the world is, to praise dead saints, and persecute living ones. – Nathaniel Howe

Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by Gods grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out. – Bishop Hugh Latimer

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Never raise your hand to your children – it leaves your midsection unprotected. – Robert Orben

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Our second phase was to develop a school curriculum that teaches tolerance, respect for differences, conflict resolution, anger management, and other attributes of peace. – Eddie Bernice Johnson

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