Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
The Indian knew how to live without wants, to suffer without complaint, and to die singing.
Manufacturing and other unskilled professions that were union jobs, that allowed people to live a middle-class life, are disappearing both because unions are disappearing and because of the global nature of the economy.
As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale – my dreams become the substances of my life.
To live only for some future goal is shallow. It’s the sides of the mountain that sustain life, not the top.
A man who is without capital, and who, by prohibitions upon banking, is practically forbidden to hire any, is in a condition elevated but one degree above that of a chattel slave. He may live; but he can live only as the servant of others; compelled to perform such labor, and to perform it at such prices, as they may see fit to dictate.
Once you accept your own death, all of a sudden you’re free to live. You no longer care about your reputation. You no longer care except so far as your life can be used tactically to promote a cause you believe in.
True godliness does not turn men out of the world, but enables them to live better in it and excites their endeavors to mend it.
To be a good Briton, a man must trade profitably, marry respectably, live cleanly, avoid excess, revere the established order, and wear his heart in his breeches pocket or anywhere but on his sleeve.
I think that we live in techno-enthusiastic times. We celebrate our technologies because people are frightened by the world we’ve made.