Literature not only illuminated another’s experience, it provided, I believed, the richest material for moral reflection
Beenzu Muzyambaje citiraoпре 4 године
Human knowledge is never contained in one person. It grows from the relationships we create between each other and the world, and still it is never complete.
Priscilliaje citiralaпре 2 месеца
If the unexamined life was not worth living, was the unlived life worth examining?
Priscilliaje citiralaпре 2 месеца
If you had forced me to answer, I suppose I would have said a writer, but frankly, thoughts of any career at this point seemed absurd
Bhaskar Jhaje citiraoпре 4 месеца
You that seek what life is in death,
Now find it air that once was breath.
New names unknown, old names gone:
Till time end bodies, but souls none.
Reader! then make time, while you be,
But steps to your eternity.
Frieta Andhitaje citiraoпре 5 месеци
She was upset because she had been worried about it, too. She was upset because I wasn’t talking to her about it. She was upset because I’d promised her one life, and given her another.
b9436425037je citiraoпре 5 месеци
the paradox is that scientific methodology is the product of human hands and thus cannot reach some permanent truth.
b9436425037je citiraoпре 7 месеци
can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.
b9436425037je citiraoпре 7 месеци
Could it wait until tomorrow?
No.
A sigh, and Earth continued to rotate back toward the sun.