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Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary.
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness read more
There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not
The way I see things, the way I see life, I see it as a struggle. And there's a great read more
The way I see things, the way I see life, I see it as a struggle. And there's a great deal of reward I have gained coming to that understanding -- that existence is a struggle.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
our day will come is another way of saying you get yours.
The way we imagine ourselves to appear to another person is an essential element in our conception of ourselves. In read more
The way we imagine ourselves to appear to another person is an essential element in our conception of ourselves. In other words, I am not what I think I am, and I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.
To choose time is to save time.
To choose time is to save time.
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master read more
Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.
Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a read more
Some of us still get all weepy when we think about the Gaia Hypothesis, the idea that earth is a big furry goddess-creature who resembles everybody's mom in that she knows what's best for us. But if you look at the historical record -- Krakatoa, Mt. Vesuvius, Hurricane Charley, poison ivy, and so forth down the ages -- you have to ask yourself: Whose side is she on, anyway?
