Quote by Bertrand Russell
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because th

The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour. – Bertrand Russell

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I like mathematics because it is not human and has nothing particular to do with this planet or with the whole accidental universe – because, like Spinozas God, it wont love us in return. – Bertrand Russell

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God
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The fundamental concept in social science is Power, in the same sense in which Energy is the fundamental concept in physics. – Bertrand Russell

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Death is one moment, and life is so many of them. – Tennessee Williams

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Talk to people in their own language. If you do it well, theyll say, God, he said exactly what I was thinking. And when they begin to respect you, theyll follow you to the death. – Lee Iacocca

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I think when youre 10 years old, its too much to see something with the threat of death in every episode. Kids are better left naive about certain things. – J. J. Abrams

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Death Valley is really wide-open – its bigger than Rhode Island – and its less a part of California than an ungoverned territory, so theres lots of weird cops-and-robbers stuff going on. – Gus Van Sant

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It is the duty of government to make it difficult for people to do wrong, easy to do right. – William E. Gladstone

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The way I see it, you should live everyday like its your birthday. – Paris Hilton

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However well organized the foundations of life may be, life must always be full of risks. – Havelock Ellis

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A very intimate sense of the expressiveness of outward things, which ponders, listens, penetrates, where the earlier, less developed consciousness passed lightly by, is an important element in the general temper of our modern poetry. – Walter Pater

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