Literature not only illuminated another’s experience, it provided, I believed, the richest material for moral reflection
Beenzu Muzyambaidézett4 évvel ezelőtt
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.
Priscilliaidézett3 hónappal ezelőtt
If the unexamined life was not worth living, was the unlived life worth examining?
Priscilliaidézett3 hónappal ezelőtt
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 Jhaidézett5 hónappal ezelőtt
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 Andhitaidézett6 hónappal ezelőtt
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.
b9436425037idézett6 hónappal ezelőtt
the paradox is that scientific methodology is the product of human hands and thus cannot reach some permanent truth.
b9436425037idézett8 hónappal ezelőtt
can’t ever reach perfection, but you can believe in an asymptote toward which you are ceaselessly striving.
b9436425037idézett8 hónappal ezelőtt
Could it wait until tomorrow?
No.
A sigh, and Earth continued to rotate back toward the sun.