Who is Eric Hoffer

Eric Hoffer (July 25, 1902 – May 21, 1983) was an American moral and social philosopher. He was the author of ten books and was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom in February 1983. His first book, The True Believer (1951), was widely recognized as a classic, receiving critical acclaim from both scholars and laymen, although Hoffer believed that The Ordeal of Change (1963) was his finest work. The Eric Hoffer Book Award is an international literary prize established in his honor. The University of California, Berkeley awards an annual literary prize named jointly for Hoffer.

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Many elements of Hoffer's early life are in doubt and never verified, but in autobiographical statements, Hoffer claimed to have been born in 1902 in The Bronx, New York City...
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Drjknanda: …learning is the key to growth and leaders who understands the purpose of continuous development raise the tide of everyone around them. according to eric hoffer: “in a time of drastic change, it is the learners who inherit the future. the learned usually find themselves…
Schyunkr: you can never get enough of what you don’t really need. —eric hoffer
Antosnorkling: you can never get enough of what you don't really need. - eric hoffer
Meowimagebot: in times of change, learners inherit the earth, while the learned find themselves beautifully equipped to deal with a world that no longer exists. - eric hoffer
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Lay His Sword By His Side
 by Thomas Moore

Lay his sword by his side -- it hath served him too well
Not to rest near his pillow below;
To the last moment true, from his hand ere it fell,
Its point was still turn'd to a flying foe.
Fellow-labourers in life, let them slumber in death,
Side by side, as becomes the reposing brave --
That sword which he loved still unbroke in its sheath,
And himself unsubdued in his grave.

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