There’s a land—oh, it beckons and beckons, And I want to go back—and I will.
To make my body a temple pureWherein I dwell serene;To care for the things that shall endure,The simple, sweet and clean.To oust out envy and hate and rage,To breathe with no alarm;For Nature shall be my anchorage,And none shall do me harm.
Parvus denied that universal suffrage was an end to itself since the middle class would always find ways to manipulate the electoral system. Freedom could not be begged for: it had to be won.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
The happy man is he who knows his limitations yet bows to no false gods.
It isn’t the mountain ahead that wears you out – it’s the grain of sand in your shoe.