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"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be"

"Beware the irrational, however seductive. Shun the 'transcendent' and all who invite you to subordinate or annihilate yourself. Distrust compassion; prefer dignity for yourself and others. Don't be afraid to be thought arrogant or selfish. Picture all experts as if they were mammals. Never be a spectator of unfairness or stupidity. Seek out argument and disputation for their own sake; the grave will supply plenty of time for silence. Suspect your own motives, and all excuses. Do not live for others any more than you would expect others to live for you."

"People really don't like to hear success explained away as luck, especially successful people.

As they age and succeed, people feel their success was somehow inevitable. They don't want to acknowledge the role played by accident in their lives. There's a reason for this. The world doesn't want to acknowledge it either.

Don't be deceived by life's outcomes. Life's outcomes, while not entirely random, have a huge amount of luck baked into them. Above all, recognize that you have had success, you have also had luck. And with luck comes obligation. You owe a debt, and not just to your gods. You owe a debt to the unlucky."

         There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
         There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
         Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
         That ever with a frolic welcome took
         The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
         Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
         Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
         Death closes all: but something ere the end,
         Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
         Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
         The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
         The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
         Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
         'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
         Push off, and sitting well in order smite
         The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
         To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
         Of all the western stars, until I die.
         It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
         It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
         And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
         Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
         We are not now that strength which in old days
         Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
         One equal temper of heroic hearts,
         Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
         To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.