Nikola Tesla

Nikola Tesla

The human being is a self-propelled automaton entirely under the control of external influences. Willful and predetermined though they appear, his actions are governed not from within, but from without. He is like a float tossed about by the waves of a turbulent sea.

Share "The human being is a self-propelled"

More Quotes

I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness a...

I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a...

Henry Rollins 77

I think death is the aesthetic part of chess, seeing your opponent's army fall. Producing a sacrific...

I think death is the aesthetic part of chess, seeing your opponent's army fall. Producing a sacrifice in order to mate is the aesthetic part of it....

Daniel Naroditsky 97

Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.

Achieving life is not the equivalent of avoiding death.

Ayn Rand 94

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

E. M. Forster 102

Belief is the death of intelligence.

Belief is the death of intelligence.

Robert Anton Wilson 75

I don't know if love exists, not the kind that keeps. I think love's an infatuation that turns into...

I don't know if love exists, not the kind that keeps. I think love's an infatuation that turns into a habit, because you can't keep that passion...

Lemmy 75

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

Land and sea, weakness and decline are great separators, but death is the great divorcer for ever.

John Keats 74

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

Tryon Edwards 103

The sole equality on earth is death.

The sole equality on earth is death.

Philip James Bailey 73

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

Christopher Fry 85

We have soon to have everywhere

The feeling is constantly growing

Comments

No items found.

Discover quotes that heal souls, spark inspiration, and books that whisper the truth.

Site

About

Wallpapers & Ai

Follow us

Subscribe

Copyrights reserved @ Quoteread | 2025