Man's greatest battle is being a true philosopher.
Quotes about Battle
I don't mind having to fight large, well armed adversaries with nothing but a slingshot. In fact, a slingshot is all I have ever had to fight them with. I'm used to it by now. I can be one of several things in this scenario. Sometimes I am the one holding the slingshot. Sometimes I am the slingshot and other times I am the rock. Then there are other times, when I am the one who gives the rock to the person with the slingshot.
I don't mind having to fight large, well armed adversaries with nothing but a slingshot. In fact, a slingshot is all I have ever had to fight them with.
What people find really interesting in the legendary battle between the sexes is the legendry sex between the battles
The lame rides a horse, the maimed drives the herd, the deaf is brave in battle. A man is better blind than buried. A dead man is deft at nothing.
Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster
Our aim is to realize the suprahuman state by awakening and uniting the Permanent Witness with that of the highest Self.
...To pursue this path without being deflected, the first requirement is the gradual destruction of automatic behavior, by learning to recognize the drama which is fought out in a human being, to know the combatants and their weapons.
This drama is the duel between the two wills, the Personal Will and the Will to the Light.
Many human beings know nothing of this drama: those whose brain-consciousness makes so much noise that the two witnesses cannot be heard. In these, who are legion, the Automatic Self reigns uncontrolled, having nothing to restrain it but an atavistic moral sense and the conventional religious or social rules of its education. Moral problems, for such people, can only be a choice between obeying their established moral code and breaking it at the bidding of self-interest or instinct.
We must enhance the light, not fight the darkness.
Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.
My face set to a grim and determined expression. I speak in all modesty as I say this, but I discovered at that moment that I have a fierce will to live. It's not something evident, in my experience. Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others--and I am one of those-- never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go. It maybe nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

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