Herbert Spencer Quotes

You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward placing Demandred's sword point against his own side and ramming himself forward onto it. "I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather." Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight though the throat.

The sole way to save oneself is to save others. Or to struggle to save others -even that is sufficient.

You kill yourself and you make a big old sacrifice and try to get your revenge. That all you're gonna end up with is a paragraph in a newspaper. In the end, it does nothing. Nothing changes. The world goes on and you're gone. The best revenge is to live on and prove yourself.

Altruism does not mean mere kindness or generosity, but the sacrifice of the best among men to the worst, the sacrifice of virtues to flaws, of ability to incompetence, of progress to stagnation-and the subordinating of all life and of all values to the claims of anyone's suffering.

Every man always has handy a dozen glib little reasons why he is right not to sacrifice himself.

Everyone knows what a hypocrite is. That's the guy who gripes about the sex, violence and nudity on his VCR.

The only way to care for the disadvantaged - is to disadvantage yourself -which is guaranteed to turn out for your advantage.

Ask anything of men. Ask them to achieve wealth, fame, love, brutality, murder, self-sacrifice. But don’t ask them to achieve self-respect. They will hate your soul.

The best of women are hypocrites.

No one should have to pay for love in flesh or blood. (Acheron)

When have you heard a story about the hero dying for the villain?

You don't sacrifice your individuality; you sacrifice a lot of freedom.

The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.

Virtues lose themselves in self-interest, as rivers in the sea.

On some nights, he has nowhere to sleep, on others he suffers from insomnia. "That's just how it is," thinks the warrior. "I was the one who chose to walk this path."

Ordinarily, of course, I thought it best to remain inconspicuous, but the gesture had a certain irresistable theatricaility, and an inevitablility. Sometimes you can feel the pull of what other people want from you, and you sacrifice yourself, you risk seeming odd or sunsavory, to keep them entertained.

No man gives anything acceptable to God until has has first given himself in love and sacrifice.

The violence we do to ourselves in order to remain faithful to the one we love is hardly better than an act of infidelity.

Kill yourself in training so you don't die fighting.

When we spend our lives waiting until we're perfect or bulletproof before we walk into the arena, we ultimately sacrifice relationships and opportunities that may not be recoverable, we squander our precious time, and we turn our backs on our gifts, those unique contributions that only we can make.

You are what you love. No? You are, completely and only, what you would die for without, as you say, the thinking twice.

I've always believed that you can be whatever you want to be if you are willing to sacrifice and dedicate yourself.

Here is your cross, Your nails and your hill; And here is your love, That lists where it will