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subota, 10.04.2010.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
When someone does something good, applaud! You will make two people happy.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it.
The louder he talked of his honor, the faster we counted our spoons.
People were still cramming down the stairs, and more were squeezing past the turnstiles and down the escalators onto the platforms, but it was clear to me that this wasn't going to have a happy ending.
It is easier to exclude harmful passions than to rule them, and to deny them admittance than to control them after they have been admitted.
The first precept was never to accept a thing as true until I knew it as such without a single doubt.
