A poet is an unhappy being whose heart it torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him: "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say. "May new sufferings torment your soul."

soren kierkegaard

The hoarding drive is boundless in nature. Qualitatively or formally considered money is independent of all limits, that is, it is the universal representative of material wealth because it is directly convertible into any other commodity. But at the same time every actual sum of money is limited in amount, and therefore has only a limited efficacy as a means of purchase. This contradiction between the quantitative limitation and the qualitative lack of limitation of money keeps driving the hoarder back to his Sisyphean task: accumulation. He is in the same situation as a world conqueror who discovers a new boundary with each country he annexes.
Marx

Gold is a wonderful thing. Its owner is master of all he desires. Gold can even enable us to enter paradise. Columbus

are we not human?

http://www.oxfam.org.uk/applications/blogs/pressoffice/?p=2954

it is not enough to simply understand the cause and consequence of oppression. those who sincerely wish to change things for the better have to be willing to work hard under strict self-discipline.

rowlands

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