A Quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick

[L]ife ceases to be a fraction and becomes an integer. — © Harry Emerson Fosdick
[L]ife ceases to be a fraction and becomes an integer.
Is a woman a thinking unit at all, or a fraction always wanting its integer?
I have a way to photograph. You work with space, you have a camera, you have a frame, and then a fraction of a second. It's very instinctive. What you do is a fraction of a second, it's there and it's not there. But in this fraction of a second comes your past, comes your future, comes your relation with people, comes your ideology, comes your hate, comes your love - all together in this fraction of a second, it materializes there.
When one confesses to an act, one ceases to be an actor in it and becomes its witness, becomes a man that observes and narrates it and no longer the man that performed it.
When a village ceases to be a community, it becomes oppressive in its narrow conformity. So one becomes an individual and migrates to the city. There, finding others like-minded, one re-establishes a village community. Nowadays only New Yorkers are yokels.
If there is anything serious enough to make a difference in my ife, I will talk about it.
In Silence God ceases to be an object and becomes an experience.
A matter that becomes clear ceases to concern us.
The spirit becomes free only when it ceases to be a support.
The man who becomes a critic by trade ceases, in reality, to be one at all.
Happiness ceases to be a normal condition of being alive, and becomes a goal.
A preschool child does not emerge from your toddler on a given date or birthday. He becomes a child when he ceases to be a wayward, confusing, unpredictable and often balky person-in-the- making, and becomes a comparatively cooperative, eager-and-easy-to-please real human being--at least 60 per cent of the time.
You go to other countries and you look at industries they have, and you say, let me see your regulations, and they're a fraction, just a tiny fraction of what we have.
Jealousy lives upon doubts. It becomes madness or ceases entirely as soon as we pass from doubt to certainty.
When digging ceases to be a great game and becomes, as in Egypt, merely business, it will be a bad thing.
Competition is enjoyable only when it is a means to perfect one’s skills; when it becomes an end in itself, it ceases to be fun.
When poison becomes a habit, it ceases to injure: make your soul gradually acquainted with death.
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