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Karel Čapek (Czech: [ˈkarɛl ˈtʃapɛk] ( listen); 9 January 1890 – 25 December 1938) was a Czech writer of the early 20th century. He had multiple roles throughout his career, including playwright, dramatist, essayist, publisher, literary reviewer, photographer and art critic. Nonetheless, he is best known for his science fiction including his novel War with the Newts and the play R.U.R. (Rossum's Universal Robots), which introduced the word robot. He also wrote many politically charged works dealing with the social turmoil of his time. Largely influenced by American pragmatic liberalism, he campaigned in favor of free expression and utterly despised the rise of both fascism and communism in Europe.

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It suddenly occurred to me that every move on the chessboard is old and has been played by somebody at some time. Maybe our own history has been played out by somebody at some time, and we just move our pieces about in the same moves to strike in the same way as people have always done.

Done, Maybe, Moving, People, Pieces, Way

You ought to know that October is the first Spring month.

Autumn, Fall, Know, Month, Ought, Spring

The sole perfection which modern civilization attains is a mechanical one; machines are splendid and flawless, but the life which serves them or is served by them, is neither superb nor brilliant, nor more perfect nor more graceful; nor is the work of the machines perfect; only they, the machines, are like gods.

Civilization, Graceful, Life, Machines, Perfect, Work

If dogs could talk, perhaps we would find it as hard to get along with them as we do with people.

Dog, Funny, Hard, People, Perhaps

Dumb dog. I bought a dog whistle. He won't use it.

Dog, Dumb, Humor, Use, Whistle

As is well known, all collectors are prepared to steal or murder if it is a question of getting another piece for their collection; but this does not lower their moral character in the least.

Character, Collection, Doe, Moral, Piece, Pieces

Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel.

Ants, Appoint, Colonel, Literature, Thy, Victory

Much melancholy has devolved upon mankind, and it is detestable to me that might will triumph in the end.

Detestable, Literature, Mankind, Melancholy, Might, Triumph

Wherever on this planet ideals of personal freedom and dignity apply, there you will find the cultural inheritance of England.

England, Inheritance, Literature, Personal

While we only look at Nature it is fair to say that Autumn is the end of the year; but it is still more true that Autumn is the beginning of the year. . . . Autumn is the time when in fact the leaves bud. Leaves wither because winter begins; but they also wither because spring is already beginning, because new buds are being made, as tiny as percussion caps out of which the spring will crack. . . . It is only an optical illusion that my flowers die in autumn; for in reality they are born.

Bud, Fair, Flower, Spring, Time, Winter

Nothing is stranger to man than his own image.

Image, Man, Men, Nothing, Stranger

Quite obviously a cat trusts human beings; but she doesn't trust another cat because she knows better than we do.

Cat, Human, Humans, Knows, Quite, Trust

I think I am slowly becoming an anarchist, that this is only another label for my privateness, and I think that you will understand this in the sense of being against collectivity.

Becoming, Labels, Privateness, Think, Thinking, Understand

My dear Miss Glory, Robots are not people. They are mechanically more perfect than we are, they have an astounding intellectual capacity, but they have no soul.

Astounding, Dear, Missing, People, Perfect, Robots

Socialism is good when it comes to wages, but it tells me nothing when it comes to other questions in life that are more private and painful, for which I must seek answers elsewhere.

Answers, Eugenics, Nothing, Socialism, Wages

Robots do not hold on to life. They can't. They have nothing to hold on with - no soul, no instinct. Grass has more will to live than they do.

Grass, Hold, Literature, Robots, Soul

After his death the gardener does not become a butterfly, intoxicated by the perfumes of the flowers, but a garden worm tasting all the dark, nitrogenous, and spicy delights of the soil.

Butterfly, Dark, Delights, Flower, Flowers, Gardener

The English gentleman is a combination of silence, courtesy, dignity, sport, newspapers and honesty.

Combination, English, Honesty, Silence, Sports

There are several ways to lay out a little garden; the best way is to get a gardener.

Garden, Lay, Littles, Way, Ways

Among human beings, a cat is merely a cat; among cats, a cat is a prowling shadow in a jungle.

Cat, Jungle, Merely, Prowling, Shadow

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