Whatever we, as prospective participants unaware of our specific features, would desire society to be like is what, morally speaking, we ought to institute.
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To declaim freedom verses seems like a poem within a poem; freedom requires guns, it requires arms, but no feet.
Women ought to feel a peculiar sympathy in the colored man’s wrong, for, like him, she has been accused of mental inferiority, and denied the privileges of a liberal education.
They tend to be pretty abstract ones then, like doing what will have the best consequences; obviously you wouldn’t specify what consequences are best, they may be different in some circumstances, so at a lower, more specific level, you may well get differences.
Sometimes I have a very fleeting emotional dance with a fleeting phrase, like ‘half-Mexican.’
How like herrings and onions our vices are in the morning after we have committed them.
The work an unknown good man has done is like a vein of water flowing hidden underground, secretly making the ground green.
I can’t understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It’s like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife.
There is no doubt that breath control is the means for mind control because the mind, like breath, is a part of air; because the nature of mobility is common to both; because the place of origin is the same for both; and because when one of them is controlled, the other gets controlled.