A Quote by Chanakya

Defect in one's limb ruins a man. — © Chanakya
Defect in one's limb ruins a man.

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General, your tank is a powerful vehicle It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men. But it has one defect: It needs a driver. General, your bomber is powerful. It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant. But it has one defect: It needs a mechanic. General, man is very useful. He can fly and he can kill. But he has one defect: He can think.
All my life I have gone out on a limb, but I have turned the limb into a bridge, and there is cool, clear water flowing under.
Idiocy is the female defect ... It is no worse than the male defect, which is lunacy.
The government has a defect: it's potentially democratic. Corporations have no defect: they're pure tyrannies.
Defect in manners is usually the defect of fine perceptions. Elegance comes of no breeding, but of birth.
If a lack of empirical foundations is a defect of the theory of logical probability, it is also a defect of deductive logic.
I am burdened with what the Buddhists call the 'monkey mind' -- the thoughts that swing from limb to limb, stopping only to scratch themselves, spit and howl.
It is as if the Photograph always carries its referent with itself, both affected by the same amorous or funereal immobility, at the very heart of the moving world: they are glued together, limb by limb, like the condemned man and the corpse in certain tortures; or even like those pairs of fish (sharks, I think, according to Michelet) which navigate in convoy, as though united by an eternal coitus.
It is said, no man can write but one book; and if a man have a defect, it is apt to leave its impression on all his performances.
The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.
I think when you're an adult you start to like the very things that make you different. If you obsess about some defect, you make it obvious to everyone, and suddenly everyone is staring at just that defect. It's always like that. The more you hide something, the more it shows. But when you accept your defect, suddenly no one on earth sees it anymore.
But Thee, but Thee, O sovereign Seer of time, But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue, But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love, O perfect life in perfect labor writ, O all men's Comrade, Servant, King, or Priest, -- What IF or YET, what mole, what flaw, what lapse, What least defect or shadow of defect, What rumor, tattled by an enemy, Of inference loose, what lack of grace Even in torture's grasp, or sleep's, or death's -- Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee, Jesus, good Paragon, Thou Crystal Christ?
I don't think us going out in the crowd would be a good idea. I think that we'd be torn apart limb from limb.
Defect in manners is usually the defect of fine perceptions. Men are too coarsely made for the delicacy of beautiful carriage and customs. It is not quite sufficient to good breeding, a union of kindness and independence.
Ruins are ideal: the perceiver's attitudes count so heavily that one is tempted to say ruins are a way of seeing.
Man is all symmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another.
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