Pregled posta

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
Where so many hours

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
You must not think me necessarily foolish because I am facetious, nor will I consider you necessarily wise because you are grave.
Keep your broken arm inside your sleeve.
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid.
Never part without loving words to think of during your absence. It may be that you will not meet again in life.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Science is nothing but developed perception, interpreted intent, common sense rounded out and minutely articulated.