"So many hundred Hands in this Mill; so many hundred horse Steam Power. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse, at any single moment in the soul of one of these its quiet servants, with the composed faces and the regulated actions. There is no mystery in it; there is an unfathomable mystery in the meanest of them, for ever.--Supposing we were to reserve our arithmetic for material objects, and to govern these awful unknown quantities by other means!"
Charles Dickens, Hard Times
“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere
mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - these are mortal, and
their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we
joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or
everlasting splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually
solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is,
in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from
the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority,
no presumption.”
C. S. Lewis
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