Ben Harper (1969) singer-songwriter and musician
One Road to Freedom.
Song lyrics, Fight for Your Mind (1995)
In Munshi Premchand:Biography, 10 December 2013, Internet Media Data Base http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0695919/bio,
Ben Harper (1969) singer-songwriter and musician
One Road to Freedom.
Song lyrics, Fight for Your Mind (1995)
Jonathan Safran Foer book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Source: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Thomas Mann (1875–1955) German novelist, and 1929 Nobel Prize laureate
Letter from Naples, Italy to Otto Grautoff (1896); as quoted in A Gorgon's Mask: The Mother in Thomas Mann's Fiction (2005) by Lewis A. Lawson, p. 34
Context: I think of my suffering, of the problem of my suffering. What am I suffering from? From knowledge — is it going to destroy me? What am I suffering from? From sexuality — is it going to destroy me? How I hate it, this knowledge which forces even art to join it! How I hate it, this sensuality, which claims everything fine and good is its consequence and effect. Alas, it is the poison that lurks in everything fine and good! — How am I to free myself of knowledge? By religion? How am I to free myself of sexuality? By eating rice?
Nelson Mandela (1918–2013) President of South Africa, anti-apartheid activist
1960s, I am Prepared to Die (1964)
Berthe Morisot (1841–1895) painter from France
Quote from Berthe's Morisot's letter, 1887 - after the death of her husband Eugène Manet
1881 - 1895
Chen Shui-bian (1950) Taiwanese politician
During the video conference with some MPs of EU parliament, March 1, 2005
Pet Phrases, 2005
Nicolas Malebranche (1638–1715) philosopher
Dialogues on Metaphysics (1688) Dialogue III
Context: I am unable, when I turn to myself, to recognize any of my faculties or my capacities. The inner sensation which I have of myself informs me that I am, that I think, that I will, that I have sensory awareness, that I suffer, and so on; but it provides me with no knowledge whatever of what I am — of the nature of my thought, my sensations, my passions, or my pain — or the mutual relations that obtain between all these things … I have no idea whatever of my soul.