Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world...would do this, it would change the earth.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.
If there is anything that links the human to the divine, it is the courage to stand by a principle when everybody else rejects it.
I do this real moron thing, and it's called thinking. And apparently I'm not a very good American because I like to form my own opinions.
Inevitably it follows that anyone with an independent mind must become 'one who resists or opposes an authority or established convention': a rebel. ...And if enough people come to agree with—and follow—the REBEL, we now have a DEVIL. Until, of course, still more people agree. And then, finally, we have ... GREATNESS.
God remains silent so that men and women may speak, protest, and struggle. God remains silent so that people may really become people. When God is silent and men and women cry, God cries in solidarity with them but doesn't intervene. God waits for the shouts of protest.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
...when two opposite points of view are expressed with equal intensity, the truth does not necessarily lie exactly halfway between them. It is possible for one side to be simply wrong.
Proclaim the truth and do not be silent through fear.
Goldstone has done terrible damage to the cause of truth and justice and the rule of law. He has poisoned Jewish-Palestinian relations, undermined the courageous work of Israeli dissenters and—most unforgivably—increased the risk of another merciless IDF assault.
నేను బొడ్డుపై ముదురు మందపాటి పిచ్లో థడ్-కిక్ పొందుతాను మరియు దొర్లిపోతాను వినయపూర్వకంగా ఉండటానికి తడిగా ఉన్న ఫ్లోర్ షాక్పై వెనుక భాగంలో కట్టిన చేతులు నేను స్పిన్ చేస్తే ముఖం కళ్ళపై లైట్లు మెరుస్తాయి అప్పుడు లైట్లు గడ్డం మీద బూట్ లేదా రెండు కఠినంగా ఉంటాయి నేను రక్తం చుక్కలు అనుభూతి చెందుతున్నాను మరియు పెదవులను నత్తలో నొక్కండి కాంతి అలల మీద ఆన్ మరియు ఆఫ్ మరియు ఆన్ మరియు ఆఫ్ మెరిసిపోతుంది ఒక వేడి మెటల్ రాడ్ మాంసం వెచ్చగా స్నిప్ చేయడానికి కఠినమైన రొమ్మును వెదజల్లుతుంది సన్నని ఒక క్రూరమైన సమూహాన్ని కుట్టడంలో లైట్లు హేమ్ ఎర్రటి కళ్ళు గుడ్డిగా మూసుకుపోతాయి నా దృష్టి క్షీణిస్తుంది ఎలిప్టిక్ నోడ్లో భయంకరమైన రౌట్లో తుది బ్లాక్అవుట్ ఫైట్బ్యాక్ కోడ్గా హిట్ను ఎదుర్కోవటానికి నా గ్రిట్ను సిద్ధం చేస్తున్నాను.
There is absolutely no greater high than challenging the power structure as a nobody, giving it your all, and winning!
If you believe in your heart that you are right, then you must fight with all your might to do it your way. Only dead fish swim with the stream all the time.
When...did it become irrational to dislike religion, any religion, even to dislike it vehemently? When did reason get redescribed as unreason? When were the fairy stories of the superstitious placed above criticism, beyond satire? A religion was not a race. It was an idea, and ideas stood (or fell) because they were strong enough (or too weak) to withstand criticism, not because they were shielded from it. Strong ideas welcomed dissent.
If no one had ever challenged religious authority, there’d be no democracy, no public schools, women’s rights, improvements to science and medicine, evolution of slavery and no laws against child abuse or spousal abuse. I was afraid to challenge my religious beliefs because that was the basis of creation—mine anyway. I was afraid to question the Bible or anything in it, and when I did, that’s when I became involved with PFLAG and realized that my son was a perfectly normal human being and there was nothing for God to heal because Bobby was perfect just the way he was.
Motorbike - Poem by Malay Roy Choudhury I am on motorbike yezdi yamaha when flanked by horizon gallop backwards through sand blizzard tinsel clouds explode at my feet without helmet and speed-split air at eighty in midsummer simoon each sound-cart recedes onrushing lorries flee in a flash No time to brood but Yes accident expected anytime may even turn into a junkheap in a drought-nursed field. Translation of Bengali original 'Motor Cycle
In questions of science, the authority of a thousand is not worth the humble reasoning of a single individual.
A foolish faith in authority is the worst enemy of truth.
May we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion.