He always pictured himself a libertarian, which to my way of thinking means "I want the liberty to grow rich and you can have the liberty to starve". It's easy to believe that no one should depend on society for help when you yourself happen not to need such help.
One of the great truths of life is that you can't do all alone. You need help along the way.
Heaven's help is better than early rising.
Our wants are various, and nobody has been found able to acquire even the necessaries without the aid of other people, and there is scarcely any Nation that has not stood in need of others. The Almighty himself has made our race such that we should help one another. Should this mutual aid be checked within or without the Nation, it is contrary to Nature.
"Help!" I heard him mutter, as Landon's teeth dug deeper into his streaming throat. But his cry was unheard; in the wild melée he was not seen, or his fate was uncared for. I saw on the dark face the sickly hue of despair. The lips were convulsed, the eyes protruded; the countenance of the federal captain resembled a hideous mask rather than the face of a human being.
You’re in a desert walking along in the sand when all of the sudden you look down, and you see a tortoise, it’s crawling toward you. You reach down, you flip the tortoise over on its back. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs, trying to turn itself over but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping. Why is that?
Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, it doesn't mean they're lost forever. Sometimes, we all need a little help.
Another definition of a hero is someone who is concerned about other people's well-being, and will go out of his or her way to help them -- even if there is no chance of a reward. That person who helps others simply because it should or must be done, and because it is the right thing to do, is indeed without a doubt, a real superhero.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
In man's most dark extremityOft succor dawns from Heaven.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'dHelp me this once.
Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
And he that stands upon a slippery placeMakes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.
You can get everything in life you want if you will just help enough other people get what they want.
To the man who himself strives earnestly, God also lends a helping hand.
The foolish oft times teach the wise:For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain.
God helps him who strives hard.
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, With hospitable ray.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Make two grins grow where there was only a grouch before.
Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?
I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God meant you to be when he thought of you first.
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:Aid it, hopes of honest men!
God helps those who help themselves.