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Ignorance is blind before light, deaf before wisdom, speechless before knowledge, defeated before understanding, and incapacitated before love. Understanding is shrewd before ignorance, heedful before knowledge, prudent before wisdom, cautious before darkness, and empowered before love.

Ignorance is a crime against ones self

Ignorance is the world's oldest prison, fear is the world's oldest slave master, envy is the world's oldest poison, desire is the world's oldest fuel, curiosity is the world's oldest scholar, conscience is the world's oldest preacher, karma is the world's oldest judge, time is the world's oldest healer, destiny is the world's oldest prophet, truth is the world's oldest sage, courage is the world's oldest warrior, love is the world's oldest angel, joy is the world's oldest medicine, intelligence is the world's oldest professor, light is the world's oldest mirror, eternity is the world's oldest vault, knowledge is the world's oldest tree, wisdom is the world's oldest fountain, nature is the world's oldest clock, reality is the world's oldest portrait, darkness is the world's oldest curtain, stars are the world's oldest lamps, the sky is the world's oldest blanket, the Earth is the world's oldest bedroom, life is the world's oldest theatre, fate is the world's oldest conductor, people are the world's oldest actors, angels are the world's oldest spectators, and God is the world's oldest theatre owner.

I get very upset when I’m giving a lecture and I’m not interrupted every few sentences by questions. My style is such that that happens very rarely. That’s my technique. I’m really trying to draw the students out, make them think for themselves. The more they challenge me, the more successful I feel as a teacher. It has to be very active. Plato used the metaphor that in teaching...there needs to be a fire in the teacher, and the sheer heat will help the fire grow in the student. It’s something that’s kindled because of the proximity to the heat.

I give the truths of to-morrow." "I prefer the mistakes of today.

Ignite your fire of consciousness. Now invite others to contribute their fires to create a massive light of knowledge.

Ignorance is of a peculiar nature: once dispelled, it is impossible to reestablish it. It is not originally a thing of itself, but is only the absence of knowledge; and though man may be kept ignorant, he cannot be made ignorant. The mind, in discovering truth, acts in the same manner as it acts through the eye in discovering objects; when once any object has been seen, it is impossible to put the mind back to the same condition it was in before it saw it.

I give my life to the world.

Ignite the light within you, it will make your world brighter.

Ignorance and fanaticism is ever busy and needs feeding. Always it is feeding and gloating for more.

Ignorance is not bliss its painful and embarrassing

Ignorance is the opium of the unenlightened.

I go to the most beauteous church of my city. Not the tallest, not the largest, but the most inspirited one; the one fullest with that which makes a place of faith.

I got so strongly addicted to love that I may not be able to breath without it. I fall so fondly in love with poetry that I read it in my dreams often and even unknowingly.

Ignorance lowers you, curiosity elevates you; knowledge puts you on a higher pedestal than information. Confusion lowers you, understanding elevates you; discernment puts you on a higher pedestal than intellect. Imprudence lowers you, insight elevates you; wisdom puts you on a higher pedestal than perception. Greed lowers you, contentment elevates you; peace puts you on a higher pedestal than indifference. Bitterness lowers you, happiness elevates you; joy puts you on a higher pedestal than pleasure. Anger lowers you, patience elevates you; longstanding puts you on a higher pedestal than tolerance. Cruelty lowers you, compassion elevates you; kindness puts you on a higher pedestal than apathy. Despair lowers you, hope elevates you; perseverance puts you on a higher pedestal than dispassion. Fear lowers you, courage elevates you; faith puts you on a higher pedestal than confidence. Hatred lowers you, mercy elevates you; love puts you on a higher pedestal than sympathy. Illiteracy lowers you, education elevates you; enlightenment puts you on a higher pedestal than talent. Imitating lowers you, creativity elevates you; originality puts you on a higher pedestal than innovation. Incompetence lowers you, skill elevates you; excellence puts you on a higher pedestal than enthusiasm. Laziness lowers you, hard work elevates you; diligence puts you on a higher pedestal competence. Failure lowers you, perseverance elevates you; success puts you on a higher pedestal than ambition. Mediocrity lowers you, talent elevates you; genius puts you on a higher pedestal than aptitude. Obscurity lowers you, fame elevates you; influence puts you on a higher pedestal than popularity. Ego lowers you, honor elevates you; humility puts you on a higher pedestal than applause. Poverty lowers you, success elevates you; wealth puts you on a higher pedestal than prominence. Dishonor lowers you, esteem elevates you; character puts you on a higher pedestal than reputation.

Ignorance of the ages leaves me all but lifeless. Not alone has it burnt sacred religious works, but works of literature, art, philosophy, poetry, astronomy, n’ medicine, but to name a few.

Ignore cynicism, appreciate criticism, and embrace optimism.

Ignoring disorder cannot result in order.

Ignorance never yet helped anybody.

Ignorant is he who believes being nobody is having nothing for he who is nobody can see the full spectrum of life in a pure clarity.

I grow spines when I'm sad. I don't like people trying to comfort me. It just makes me more upset. - The Malwatch

I grew up once, I decided never to do it again

I had assumed 'a man’s character is his fate' meant if my students worked hard they would get good grades, and if they were lazy they would fail—but any idiot could have seen that interpretation. It took no thought whatsoever, and it isn’t at all what Joe was trying to teach me. No, what Joe meant was this: my character shapes what my students become, and what they become is my fate. I began to see teaching in a whole new light. From that day forward, I knew everything that happened to my students would haunt me or bless me—and I began to teach as if my happiness depended on their happiness, my successes depended on their successes, and their world was the most important part of my world.

I had my first child when I was fourteen: I cared for it, protected it and it became my world, but when the time came to let it go out into the world…well, that was both the easiest and hardest day of my life.

I had travelled from Spain into Morocco and from there south to the Atlas Mountains, at the edge of the Sahara Desert…one night, in a youth hostel that was more like a stable, I woke and walked out into a snowstorm. But it wasn’t the snow I was used to in Minnesota, or anywhere else I had been. Standing bare chest to cool night, wearing flip-flops and shorts, I let a storm of stars swirl around me. I remember no light pollution, heck, I remember no lights. But I remember the light around me-the sense of being lit by starlight- and that I could see the ground to which the stars seemed to be floating down. I saw the sky that night in three dimensions- the sky had depth, some stars seemingly close and some much farther away, the Milky Way so well defined it had what astronomers call “structure”, that sense of its twisting depths. I remember stars from one horizon to another, making a night sky so plush it still seems like a dream. It was a time in my life when I was every day experiencing something new. I felt open to everything, as though I was made of clay, and the world was imprinting on me its breathtaking beauty (and terrible reality.) Standing nearly naked under that Moroccan sky, skin against the air, the dark, the stars, the night pressed its impression, and my lifelong connection was sealed.

I handed him over to the world or should I say, the wolves.

I had to go forwards in order to go back and progress.

I hate these affairs", he'd told her once, tearing up an engraved invitation to an exclusive charity ball. "They're the worst kind of discrimination. An invitation doesn't really mean that you're invited; it means that a whole lot of people aren't

I hate the honesty of the moring; the time before your consiousness switches on the light and gets rid of all the nasty shadows.

I have a friend with an incredibly demanding job that he doesn't particularly enjoy. But he puts up with it because he makes a lot of money, much more than he could make working for another company of doing something else. He has high blood pressure. His children get older every year. He complains about the stresses of his life and asks for my advice. Quit your job, I tell him. Earn less money. Spend more time with your wife and kids. Be happier. I can’t, he says. I have all these big deals in the works. Let me win those contracts, bag those bonuses. Next year I'll quit and slow down. But when next year comes along, he tells me about the new deals and the new bonuses. Next year is always a year away. Every year his salary grows. Every few years he moves into a bigger house and gets a new car. Is he happier? Evidently not. Despite the larger salary and the bigger house and the nicer car, he's not content. “Just one more year”, he says, “then I’ll have enough

I hate those Socratic dialogues where everything gets drawn out at the pace of an excessively logical snail.

I have a little moral trouble with the term “mankind”, as it possesses an innate gender bias, which I cannot approve of, hence, I prefer the term “humanity” over it, and the term “human” over “man”.

I have an opinion about holy war, which in general I must keep to myself. I have no wish to be known as a heretic. It is....that if a war can be holy, then God cannot. At best a war can only be necessary.

I have a religion, my own religion, and I even have more religion than all of them, with their mummery and hocus-pocus. I adore God! I believe in the Supreme Being, in a Creator, whatever He is, it doesn't matter to me, who has placed us here below to fulfill our duties as citizens and as fathers; but I don't need to go to church to kiss silver plates and empty my pocket to fatten a lot of humbugs who are better fed than we are! For one can honor Him just as well in the woods, in a field, or even by contemplating the vault of the heavens, as the ancients did. My personal God is the God of Socrates, of Franklin, Voltaire, and Béranger. I'm for the Profession of Faith of the Savoyard Vicar and the immoral principles of '89! So I don't admit any old codger of a God who walks in his garden with a cane in his hand, lodges his friends in the bellies of whales, dies with a groan and comes to life at the end of three days: absurdities in themselves and, furthermore, completely opposed to all physical laws; which proves, by the way, that the priests have always beens sunk in a mire of ignorance in which they force the populace to wallow with them.

I have argued that when we encounter other humans we experience them first as persons, and cannot help but do so. This means that in order to see a human person as an animal or organism we must abstract from the totality of our experience. My suggestion is that we take this fact seriously in understanding the ontology of everyday objects. According to this proposal a “human animal” or “human organism” is not a thing in its own right, but rather a particular perspective we take on ourselves and our lives, one that attends only to our purely biological functions.

I have a simple philosophy: whenever possible, help those who need it the most.

I have a third for revolution.

I have an enemy and that is me.

I have a question for you. When you were a little boy, is this the man you dreamed of becoming?

I have been a refugee for the last forty years in the luminous land of opportunity. Still my heart is aching with hiraeth for my native land.

I have brought peace to this land, and security," he began. "And what of your soul, when you use the cleverness of argument to cloak such acts? Do you think that the peace of a thousand cancels out the unjust death of one single person? It may be desirable, it may win you praise from those who have happily survived you and prospered from your deeds, but you have committed ignoble acts, and have been too proud to own them. I have waited patiently here, hoping that you would come to me, for if you understood, then some of your acts would be mitigated. But instead you send me this manuscript, proud, magisterial, and demonstrating only that you have understood nothing at all." "I returned to public life on your advice, madam," he said stiffly. "Yes; I advised it. I said if learning must die it should do so with a friend by its bedside. Not an assassin.

I have been loved enough, now I want to be respected.

I have been gifted the grace of imagination, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

I have been given so much in life merely for knowing how to ask for it.

I have been wandering for long. I have been drifting for long. Missing home!

I have caressed a small child’s hair, and in doing so, know there is a God.

I have enjoyed my company so fondly, I may not feel alone when I am lonely.

I have been given a giant paradoxical ball of chaos for which I had been chosen to unscramble, repackage, and act as its steward in this world until the time comes when I myself am to end.

I have existed only a short time and I can even tell you to live purely for oneself is never enough and never shall be.

I have felt your drool on me And never loved you more Then with your closed eyes Telling my shirt that home was not full of sights But only full of soul.