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There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides it ceases to be a read more
There are two sides to every question, because, when there are no longer two sides it ceases to be a question
Questions are the creative acts of intelligence
Questions are the creative acts of intelligence
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What read more
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change.
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now read more
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle read more
A man ninety years old was asked to what he attributed his longevity. I reckon, he said, with a twinkle in his eye, it because most nights I went to bed and slept when I should have sat up and worried.
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the read more
There is no such thing as a worthless conversation, provided you know what to listen for. And questions are the breath of life for a conversation.
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This read more
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and ask, 'Where have I gone wrong?' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
Go to your bosom: Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know
