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Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, read more
Pleasure is a shadow, wealth is vanity, and power a pageant; but knowledge is ecstatic in enjoyment, perennial in frame, unlimited in space and indefinite in duration.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may read more
The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.
We all suffer from the preoccupation that there exists ... in the loved one, perfection.
To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be read more
To be happy with a man you have to understand him a lot and love him less , but...to be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and never ever try to understand her !.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
