Quote by Eric Hoffer
It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise

It is a sign of creeping inner death when we can no longer praise the living. – Eric Hoffer

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It is the child in man that is the source of his uniqueness and creativeness, and the playground is the optimal milieu for the unfolding of his capacities and talents. – Eric Hoffer

Category:
Play/Games
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More significant than the fact that poets write abstrusely, painters paint abstractly, and composers compose unintelligible music is that people should admire what they cannot understand; indeed, admire that which has no meaning or principle. – Eric Hoffer

Category:
Obscurity
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We used to think that revolutions are the cause of change. Actually it is the other way around: change prepares the ground for revolution. – Eric Hoffer

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Change
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Other Quotes from
Death
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The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death. – David Herbert Lawrence

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Death

We burned to death 100,000 Japanese civilians in Tokyo – men, women and children. LeMay recognized that what he was doing would be thought immoral if his side had lost. But what makes it immoral if you lose and not immoral if you win? – Robert McNamara

Category:
Death

People are scared to death of dying. I am the opposite. – Taylor Caldwell

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Death

Death is the great hope of all life the desire to expend itself to be used and consumed by its own longing for itself. – Bryant H. McGill

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Death

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In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death. – Alfred Russel Wallace

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Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe. – Anne Bronte

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sad