Well, you're not exactly Superman, but you're awfully available.
The most amazing thing about little children. . . was their fantastic adaptability.
It is true that no one can harm the person who wears armor. But no one can help him either.
Everyone of us is a wonder. Everyone of us has a story.
I don't see black people as victims even though we are exploited. Victims are flat, one- dimensional characters, someone rolled over by a steamroller so you have a cardboard person. We are far more resilient and more rounded than that. I will go on showing there's more to us than our being victimized. Victims are dead.
First it is necessary to stand on your own two feet. But the minute a man finds himself in that position, the next thing he should do is reach out his arms.
The boys think they can all be athletes, and the girls think they can all be singers. That's the way to fame and success. . . . as a group blacks must give up their illusions.
But is an enemy so execrable that tho in captivity his wishes and comforts are to be disregarded and even crossed? I think not. It is for the benefit of mankind to mitigate the horrors of war as much as possible.
The only situation which might justify panic is one in which panic is likely to help. Such a situation never arises. Though pretended panic may sometimes cause a useful diversion, real panic can never be anything other than a waste of energy.
Even Ramanama is by itself lifeless, but it has become a living symbol of the deity because millions of people have consecrated it.
There are no original ideas. There are only original people.