Nov 18, 2014
[...] but men with common minds seldom break through general rules.
Mary Wollstonecraft, from Letters written in Sweden, Norway and Denmark
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[...] but men with common minds seldom break through general rules.
Mary Wollstonecraft, from Letters written in Sweden, Norway and Denmark
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This made me laugh so hard. I don't know what that says about me. All I know is that it's getting harder to look at those quote/image posts without laughing now.
All around me the world lay like an immense hypothesis that I no longer verified.
Simone de Beauvoir, from The Woman Destroyed
Order blends into chaos, love into hate, ugliness into beauty, law into anarchy, civility into savagery. The vapors suck you in. You can't tell where you are, why you're there, and the only certainty is overwhelming ambiguity. -Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
"No man was ever so completely skilled in the conduct of life, as not to receive new information from age and experience." Jonathan Swift.
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"Whether our efforts are, or are not, favoured by life, let us be able to say when we come near the great goal, "I have done what I could." Louis Pasteur.
Idolized by all, rejected by each, I was left out of things, and my sole recourse, at the age of seven, was within myself, who did not yet exist, a glass palace in which the budding century beheld its boredom. I had been born in order to fill the great need I had of myself. Until then, I had known only the conceit of the lap-dog. Driven into pride, I became the Proud One. Since nobody laid claim to me seriously, I laid claim to being indispensable to the Universe. What could be haughtier? What could be sillier? The fact is that I had no choice. I had sneaked on to the train and had fallen asleep, and when the ticket-collector shook me and asked for my ticket, I had to admit that I had none. Nor did I have the money with which to pay my fare on the spot. I began by pleading guilty.
from The Words, by Jean-Paul Sartre