The traditional metaphor for a spiritual investigation is that of the voyage or the journey. From this image … - Susan Sontag

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Tell me your doctrine of the Fall and I will tell you the state of your theology.

Susan Sontag

The traditional metaphor for a spiritual investigation is that of the voyage or the journey. From this image I must dissociate myself. I do not consider myself a voyager, I have preferred to stand still.

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It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.

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The white race is the cancer of human history, it is the white race, and it aloneits ideologies and inventionswhich eradicates autonomous civilizations wherever it spreads, which has upset the ecological balance of the planet, which now threatens the very existence of life itself.

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. . . what I write is smarter than I am. Because I can rewrite it.

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What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

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All understanding begins with our not accepting the world as it appears.

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R. A. Torrey

Tell me your doctrine of the Fall and I will tell you the state of your theology.

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Kristin Cashore

Teddy grinned again. 'Truths are dangerous,' he said. -'Then why are you writing them in a book?' -'To catch them between the pages,' said Teddy, 'and trap them before they disappear. ' -'If they're dangerous, why not let them disappear?' -'Because when truths disappear, they leave behind blank spaces, and that is also dangerous.

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Erin Morgenstern

At the center, where a cuckoo bird would live in a more traditional timepiece, is the juggler. Dressed in harlequin style with a grey mask, he juggles shiny silver balls that correspond to each hour. As the clock chimes, another ball joins the rest until at midnight he juggles twelve balls in a complex pattern. After midnight the clock begins once more to fold in upon itself. The face lightens and the clouds return. The number of juggled balls decreases until the juggler himself vanishes. By noon it is a clock again, and no longer a dream.

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Mark Twain

If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.

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Nelson Mandela

To deny people of their human rights is to challenge their very humanity. To impose on them a wretched life of huger and deprivation is to dehumanize them. But such has been the terrible fate of all black persons in our country under the system of apartheid.

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