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
Calebbii9692471: is it not enough to shine,to know that friends are true?that love is born of friendship,and who you are is you?,frederic m. perrin, rafi's song and the stones of erebus - mom's choice award recipient/the eric hoffer awards winner,fantasy, young-adult, young-adult-fantasy,
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Night-Scene In Genoa
 by Felicia Dorothea Hemans

In Genoa, when the sunset gave
Its last warm purple to the wave,
No sound of war, no voice of fear,
Was heard, announcing danger near:
Though deadliest foes were there, whose hate
But slumber'd till its hour of fate,
Yet calmly, at the twilight's close,
Sunk the wide city to repose.
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