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The Art of Being: 8 Ways to Optimize Your Presence & Essence for Positive Impact

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“Byla neurčitelná a nezařaditelná, jako by ji úplne nepojímala žádná národnost a třída, jako by se příroda jednou pokusila vytvořit samostatnou nezávislou a svobodnou bytost, někoho, kdo nepatří do žádné vrstvy a k žádnému původu...její pýcha byla jíná než těch, kdo si zakládají na své hodnosti, původu, majetku...byla hrdá na tu ušlechtilou divokost, která již přebývala v srdci a v nervech jako nějaký jed a dědicství...Nebylo možné ji urazit, nebylo možné ji postavit před situaci, před níž by couvla, nesnášela omezování v jakémkoli smyslu slova. A znala ješte něco, co se v ženských charakterech objevuje vzácně: znala vnitřní odpovědnost vyplývající z lidské důstojnosti.”

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“It is quite certain that the skirt means female dignity, not female submission; it can be proved by the simplest of all tests. No ruler would deliberately dress up in the recognized fetters of a slave; no judge would would appear covered with broad arrows. But when men wish to be safely impressive, as judges, priests or kings, they do wear skirts, the long, trailing robes of female dignity. The whole world is under petticoat government; for even men wear petticoats when they wish to govern.”

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“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow: And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand. Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.”

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