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What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in read more
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
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.
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'.
Half the work that is done in this world is to make things appear what they are not.
Half the work that is done in this world is to make things appear what they are not.
The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by read more
The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.
I'm trying not to look too far ahead. All I'm thinking is one shot at a time, one hole at read more
I'm trying not to look too far ahead. All I'm thinking is one shot at a time, one hole at a time, and that's what I want to keep doing.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
No rest is worth anything except the rest that is earned.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive read more
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
