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“Patriotism is the narcissism of countries.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“The world economy would collapse if a significant number of people were to realize and then act on the realization that it is possible to enjoy many if not most of the things that they enjoy without first having to own them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Perfect valour is to do without witnesses what
one would do before all the world.”
― François de La Rochefoucauld, Maxims

“Among other possibilities, money was invented to make it possible for a foolish man to control wise men; a weak man, strong men; a child, old men; an ignorant man, knowledgeable men; and for a dwarf to control giants.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Millions of business people are each constantly forced to choose between their desire to not be a bad person and their desire to be a good business person, that is to say, to make as much money as they possibly can by maximizing their revenue while minimizing the cost of producing whatever it is that they sell.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Many if not most slaves would have each readily jumped, and many if not most slaves would each readily jump, at the opportunity to be a master, if such an opportunity presents or had presented itself.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“To some believers, being on the pill or using a condom is a nonverbal way of telling God to go to hell.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“The last time everyone loved or at least liked everyone was when the world had a population of about 4.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“For their never-ending endeavours to obtain or retain wealth, countries desperately need companies, because they—unlike most human beings—have the means of production, and human beings, because they—unlike all companies—have the means of reproduction.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“It goes without saying that even those of us who are going to hell will get eternal life—if that territory really exists outside religious books and the minds of believers, that is. Having said that, given the choice, instead of being grilled until hell freezes over, the average sane human being would, needless to say, rather spend forever idling in an extremely fertile garden, next to a lamb or a chicken or a parrot, which they do not secretly want to eat, and a lion or a tiger or a crocodile, which does not secretly want to eat them.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“The average adult has had sex innumerable times more than they have formed an opinion of their own.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“We, in the interest of the so-called progress, have been persuaded to leave the production and at times the cooking of our food to companies whose owners and employees make a living by exploiting our busyness or laziness and our innate hunger to continue living.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“As we all know, as if forever exploiting or attempting to exploit each other were not enough, a group of sane human beings who have just reached the end of a war against a common enemy of theirs will sooner or later start or continue killing and/or fighting against each other.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“There is nothing morally wrong with buying stolen goods, unless you know that they were stolen.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Many a parent, sad to say, has used their child as an opportunity for them, the parent, to do, through their child, something or some of the things that they, the parent, did not do or did not do successfully.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Not a few millions of parents strongly hope that their own children will step in by instantly becoming their own parentsâ€� foster parents, if and when the parents reach their second childhood.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“The maxim 'Know thyself,' can be a sharp and painful sword, but it must be endured in order to be a True Human Being.”
― Laurence Galian, Alien Parasites: 40 Gnostic Truths to Defeat the Archon Invasion!

“Just like how most if not all poor boys look up to and aspire to someday be rich men, most if not all underdeveloped and developing countries look up to and aspire to someday be developed countries.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“To ask a man whether or not he has a girlfriend is to talk about his sex life. If you disagree with that, then how in the name of God do you differentiate between a man’s girlfriend and a girl that is a friend to the man?”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Although they probably know that some children were used and some children are used as miners, most adults are ignorant of the chocolate industry’s use of minors.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Many millions of pregnancies—many if not most of which have each led to the birth of at least one child—were each used as nothing but a conspicuous means to a secret end called the evasion of abortion.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“When selecting a one-night stand, a heterosexual woman who is materialistic is a trillion times more likely to choose a sexually unattractive poor man who seems rich over a sexually attractive rich man who seems poor.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“Loneliness tortures many if not most of the elderly more intensely and more frequently than it torments many if not most of us who will never be or have not yet been pushed or pulled into old age.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“I live by the maxim, love people when they least expect it and least deserve it. That how you change someone’s life forever.”
― Mark Batterson, If: Trading Your If Only Regrets for God's What If Possibilities

“I missed my workout this morning, so I vault up the stairs to my flat. Breakfast has taken longer than intended, and I'm expecting Oliver at any minute. Part of me also hopes that Alessia will still be there. As I approach my front door, I hear music coming from the flat.
Music? What's going on?
I slide my key into the lock and cautiously open the door. It's Bach, one of his preludes in G Major. Perhaps Alessia is playing music through my computer. But how can she? She doesn't know the password. Does she? Maybe she's playing her phone through the sound system, though from the look of her tatty anorak she doesn't strike me as someone who has a smartphone. I've never seen her with one. The music rings through my flat, lighting up its darkest corners. Who knew that my daily likes classical?
This is a tiny piece of the Alessia Demachi puzzle. Quickly I close the door, but as I stand in the hallway, it becomes apparent that the music is not coming from the sound system. It's from my piano. Bach. Fluid and light, played with a deftness and understanding I've only heard from concert-standard performers.
Alessia?
I've never managed to make my piano sing like this. Taking off my shoes, I creep down the hallway and peer around the door into the drawing room. She is seated at the piano in her housecoat and scarf, swaying a little, completely lost in the music, her eyes closed in concentration as her hands move with graceful dexterity across the keys. The music flows through her, echoing off the walls and ceiling in a flawless performance worthy of any concert pianist. I watch her in awe as she plays, her head bowed.
She is brilliant.
In every way.
And I'm completely spellbound.
She finishes the prelude, and I step back into the hall, flattening myself against the wall in case she looks up, not daring to breath. However, without missing a beat she goes straight into the fugue. I lean against the wall and close my eyes, marveling at her artistry and the feeling that she puts into each phrase. I'm carried away by the music, and as I listen, I realize that she wasn't reading the music. She's playing from memory.
Good God. She's a fucking virtuoso.
And I remember her intense focus when she examined my score while she was dusting the piano. Clearly she was reading the music.
Shit. She plays at this standard and she was reading my composition? The fugue ends, and seamlessly she launches into another piece. Again Bach, Prelude in C-sharp Major, I think.”
― E.L. James

“As an unavoidable result of the inevitable loss of some physical and/or some mental abilities, many a man who has been alive for many years has become a boy again.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, The Use and Misuse of Children

“I have hated hypocrisy and deception all my life, yet all my life I have been victim to it. That is the terrible irony.”
― Michael Moorcock, Byzantium Endures

“Show me your friends and I’ll tell who you areâ€�, is a profound maxim. Even if one argues to the contrary, that one tolerates certain characters as friends tells a story.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“I am not responsible for your interpretation of my context.â€�

--wit for the witless, poems on the Run vol. I”
― Douglas Laurent

“God does not help those who help themselves. Rather, he helps those who cannot help themselves, know it, and rely on him.”
― Dean R. Ulrich, From Famine to Fullness: The Gospel According to Ruth