“Let us speak, though we show all our faults and weaknesses—for it is a sign of strength to be weak, to know it, and out with it…”
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I have seen ten years of young men who rush out into the world with their messages, and when they find out how deaf the world is, they think they must save their strength and wait. They believe that after a while they will be able to get up on some little eminence from which they can make themselves heard. “In a few years,” reasons one of them, “I shall have gained a standing, and then I will use my powers for good.” Next year comes and with it a strange discovery. The man has lost his horizon of thought. His ambition has evaporated’ he has nothing to say.
I give you this one rule of conduct. Do what you will, but speak out always. Be shunned, be hated, be ridiculed, be scared, be in doubt, but don’t be gagged. The time of trial is always…
“If I were reincarnated, I’d want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or needs him. He is never bothered or in danger, and he can eat anything.”
“Hightower thinks ‘It is because so much happens. Too much happens. That’s it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That’s how he finds that he can bear anything. That’s it. That’s what is so terrible. That he can bear anything, anything.’”
“I never heard of such a thing!” Bullman shouted when it came his turn to speak. “The idea of you people insinuating that Jim Conzelman isn’t qualified to build character!” Bullman swallowed hard, and then cried out in defense of his friend, “Who is better able to build character, who knows the importance of building character better than a man who hasn’t got any?”
“It’s your only move, Lemon. Sometimes the way back up is down. Let me tell you a story. It’s 1994. I went ice climbing, and I fell into a crevasse. I hurt my leg, and I couldn’t climb back up. So fighting every natural instinct, doing the thing that seemed most awful to me, I climbed down into the darkness. And that’s how I got out. when I got back to base camp, I went and found my fellow climber, the one who had cut me loose after I fell. And I said, ”Connie Chung, you did the right thing.”
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