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What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
What a peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call 'thought'.
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the read more
Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
And in the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.
A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.
A nation which makes the final sacrifice for life and freedom does not get beaten.
It's in the reaction of others that perfection is found in the flawed.
It's in the reaction of others that perfection is found in the flawed.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, read more
After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.
You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
To linger in the observation of things other than the self implies a profound conviction of their worth. - My read more
To linger in the observation of things other than the self implies a profound conviction of their worth. - My Friends the Senses.
