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The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
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.
Freedom is just chaos with better lighting.
Freedom is just chaos with better lighting.
Pointing out the comic elements of a situation can bring a sense of proportion and perspective to what might otherwise read more
Pointing out the comic elements of a situation can bring a sense of proportion and perspective to what might otherwise seem an overwhelming problem.
the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective
the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions read more
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
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.
