The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse. - William Ralph Inge

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Diogenes, filthily attired, paced across the splendid carpets in Plato's dwelling. Thus, said he, do I trample on the pride of Plato. Yes, Plato replied, but only with another kind of pride.

William Ralph Inge

The world belongs to those who think and act with it, who keep a finger on its pulse.

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Prayer gives a man the opportunity of getting to know a gentleman he hardly ever meets. I do not mean his maker, but himself.

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The great discovery of the nineteenth century, that we are of one blood with the lower animals, has created new ethical obligations which have not yet penetrated the public conscience. The clerical profession has been lamentably remiss in preaching this obvious duty.

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Experience is a good teacher, but her fees are very high.

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Many people believe that they are attracted by God, or by Nature, when they are only repelled by man.

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Civilization is being poisoned by its own waste products.

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