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Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called ‘Ego’.

                                                                                                - Friedrich Nietzsche



Condemn none: if you can stretch out a helping hand, do so. If you cannot, fold your hands, bless your brothers, and let them go their own way.

We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far.

                                                                    - Swami Vivekananda




I tell you in truth: all men are Prophets or else God does not exist.

You must be afraid, my son. That is how one becomes an honest citizen.

                                                                          - Jean Paul Sartre



All art is quite useless. 


I have nothing to declare except my genius.
                                                                               - Oscar Wilde 



History does nothing; it does not possess immense riches, it does not fight battles. It is men, real, living, who do all this.

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.

Society does not consist of individuals but expresses the sum of interrelations, the relations within which these individuals stand.

                                                                                  - Karl Marx


The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax

Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything he learned in school

Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts
                                                            - Albert Einstein









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