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But what is the greatest evil? If you are going to epitomize evil, what is it? Is it the bomb? The greatest evil that on
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"But what is the greatest evil? If you are going to epitomize evil, what is it? Is it the bomb? The greatest evil that one has to fight constantly, every minute of the day until one dies, is the worse part of oneself"

- Patrick McGoohan

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This quote by Patrick McGoohan talks with the idea that the best wickedness is not something outside, but rather something interior. He suggests that the best wickedness is the "even worse component of oneself" - the part of us that is selfish, that is driven by fear and temper, which can doing harm to others. This is the wickedness that we need to combat versus each day, and also it is a battle that will never finish. McGoohan's quote is a pointer that we need to be attentive in our efforts to overcome our very own worst impulses, and to make every effort to be our best selves. It is a suggestion that we have to bear in mind our very own actions and also make every effort to do excellent on the planet. Ultimately, it depends on us to select exactly how we will certainly live our lives and to decide what sort of legacy we will leave behind.

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USA Flag This quote is written / told by Patrick McGoohan between March 19, 1928 and January 13, 2009. He was a famous Actor from USA. The author also have 6 other quotes.

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