“ What I am mourning is perhaps not worth saving, but I regret its loss nevertheless. ”
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
~ John Steinbeck
It has always seemed strange to me...The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.
Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.
Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.
