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People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked...The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on...There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.
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truth
rearden
victim
slave
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Ayn Rand |
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Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave. That is his normal condition. Of that I am firmly persuaded. He is made and constructed to that very end. And not only at the present time owing to some casual circumstance, but always, at all times, a decent man is bound to be a coward and a slave.
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fyodor-dostoyevsky
slave
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Who dares not speak his free thought is a slave.
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freethought
slave
speak
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Euripides |
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We have men sold to build churches, women sold to support the gospel, and babes sold to purchase Bibles for the poor heathen, all for the glory of God and the good of souls. The slave auctioneer's bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave trade go hand in hand.
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slavery
revivals
slave
slave-owners
piety
superstition
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Frederick Douglass |
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Stand here, he thought, and count the lighted windows of a city. You cannot do it. But behind each yellow rectangle that climbs, one over another, to the sky - under each bulb - down to there, see that spark over the river which is not a star? - there are people whom you will never see and who are your masters. At the supper tables, in the drawing rooms, in their beds and in their cellars, in their studies and in their bathrooms. Speeding in the subways under your feet. Crawling up in elevators through vertical cracks around you. Jolting past you in every bus. Your masters, Gail Wynand. There is a net - longer than the cables that coil through the walls of this city, larger than the mesh of pipes that carry water, gas and refuse - there is another hidden net around you; it is strapped to you, and the wires lead to every hand in the city. They jerked the wires and you moved. You were a ruler of men. You held a leash. A leash is only a rope with a noose at both ends.
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living
follower
mob-rule
masses
slave
master
leader
society
democracy
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Ayn Rand |
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I have sometimes thought--that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know!
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woman
social-code
sue-bridehead
slave
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Thomas Hardy |
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I was a coward and a slave. I say this without the slightest embarrassment. Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave.
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slave
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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How can intemperate minds be free when they're slaves to their own passions?
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passion
intemperate
slave
minds
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Francine Rivers |
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It seems to me a hard case to make slaves of those whom God and nature have made free.
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slave
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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
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These conquerors of the world are slaves to their passions, and someday their passions will bring them down.
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passion
world
slave
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Francine Rivers |
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Hope is a slighter, tougher thing even than trust, he thought, pacing his room as the soundless, vague lightning flashed overhead. In a good season one trusts life; in a bad season one only hopes, But they are of the same essence: they are the mind's indispensable relationship with other minds, with the world, and with time. Without trust, a man lives, but not a human life; without hope, he dies. When there is no relationship, where hands do not touch, emotion atrophies in void and intelligence goes sterile and obsessed. Between men the only link left is that of owner to slave, or murderer to victim.
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murder
human
trust
victim
slave
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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She read in a high African singsong that I guess came down along the line from Ghana long ago, something that she made American, but tied us to a home we'd never seen.
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music
american
slave
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Colum McCann |
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"They say dogs are man's best friend," he said. "But horses are man's best slave."
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slave
horses
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Mary Gaitskill |
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"We're trying this again," I said, spreading my legs. "You'll never want me to stop. It's addictive. Sure you can handle it?" "No, but I'm feeling fearless tonight." Cooper crawled towards me with that arrogant expression on his face. "You'll be my slave after this." "Then, we'll be equal."
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slave
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Bijou Hunter |