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  • #1
    Robert  Burton
    “Melancholy can be overcome only by melancholy.”
    Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

  • #2
    Robert  Burton
    “Every man for himself, the devil for all.”
    Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

  • #3
    Robert  Burton
    “A quiet mind cureth all. ”
    Robert Burton

  • #4
    Robert  Burton
    “A good conscience is a continual feast, but a galled conscience is as great a torment as can possibly happen, a still baking oven (so Pierius in his Hieroglyph compares it), another hell.”
    Robert Burton

  • #5
    Robert  Burton
    “As a fat body is more subject to diseases, so are rich men to absurdities and fooleries, to many casualties and cross inconveniences.”
    Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy

  • #6
    Horatius
    “Rule your mind or it will rule you.”
    Horace

  • #7
    Horatius
    “Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise.”
    Horace

  • #8
    Horatius
    “Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt.
    (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.)”
    Horace, The Odes of Horace

  • #9
    Horatius
    “Pactum serva" - "Keep the faith”
    Horace

  • #10
    Horatius
    “he who is greedy is always in want”
    Horace

  • #11
    Horatius
    “Dimidium facti qui coepit habet: sapere aude" ("He who has begun is half done: dare to know!").”
    Horace

  • #12
    Horatius
    “Anger is a brief madness.”
    Horace

  • #13
    Horatius
    “wisdom is not wisdom when it is derived from books alone”
    Horace

  • #14
    Horatius
    “A picture is a poem without words.”
    Horace

  • #15
    Horatius
    “In love there are two evils: war and peace.”
    Horace

  • #16
    Horatius
    “Whatever advice you give, be brief.”
    Horace

  • #17
    Horatius
    “He who postpones the hour of living rightly is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.”
    Horace

  • #18
    Horatius
    “Once a word has been allowed to escape, it cannot be recalled.”
    Horace, The Epistles of Horace

  • #19
    Horatius
    “Now is the time to drink!”
    Horace

  • #20
    Horatius
    “Fortune makes a fool of those she favors too much.”
    Horace

  • #21
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away — yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ——————————— and wanted to shoot myself.”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #22
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “It is impossible to exist without passion”
    Søren Kierkegaard

  • #23
    Søren Kierkegaard
    “How absurd men are! They never use the liberties they have, they demand those they do not have. They have freedom of thought, they demand freedom of speech.”
    Soren Kierkegaard

  • #24
    Maurice Blanchot
    “If nothing were substituted for everything, it would still be too much and too little.”
    Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster

  • #25
    Maurice Blanchot
    “And there is no question that we are preoccupied by dying. But why? It is because when we die, we leave behind not only the world but also death. That is the paradox of the last hour. Death works with us in the world; it is a power that humanizes nature, that raises existence to being, and it is within each one of us as our most human quality; it is death only in the world - man only knows death because he is man, and he is only man because he is death in the process of becoming. But to die is to shatter the world; it is the loss of person, the annihilation of the being; and so it is also the loss of death, the loss of what in it and for me made it death. As long as I live, I am a mortal man, but when I die, by ceasing to be man I also cease to be mortal, I am no longer capable of dying, and my impending death horrifies me because I see it as it is: no longer death, but the impossibility of dying.”
    Maurice Blanchot, Literature and the Right to Death

  • #26
    Maurice Blanchot
    “When Kafka allows a friend to understand that he writes because otherwise he would go mad, he knows that writing is madness already, his madness, a kind of vigilence, unrelated to any wakefulness save sleep's: insomnia. Madness against madness, then. But he believes that he masters the one by abandoning himself to it; the other frightens him, and is his fear; it tears through him, wounds and exalts him. It is as if he had to undergo all the force of an uninterruptable continuity, a tension at the edge of the insupportable which he speaks of with fear and not without a feeling of glory. For glory is the disaster.”
    Maurice Blanchot, The Writing of the Disaster

  • #27
    Ernest Becker
    “Even if men admit they are cowards, they still want to be saved. There is no "harmonious development," no child-rearing program, no self-reliance that would take away from men their need for a "beyond" on which to base the meaning of their lives.”
    Ernest Becker, Escape from Evil

  • #28
    Ernest Becker
    “Today we are living the grotesque spectacle of the poisoning
    of the earth by the nineteenth-century hero system of unrestrained
    material production. This is perhaps the greatest and most pervasive
    evil to have emerged in all of history, and it may even
    eventually defeat all of mankind. Still there are no "twisted" people
    whom we can hold responsible for this.”
    Ernest Becker, Escape from Evil

  • #29
    Ernest Becker
    “At its most elemental level the human organism, like crawling life, has a mouth, digestive tract, and anus, a skin to keep it intact, and appendages with which to acquire food. Existence, for all organismic life, is a constant struggle to feed-a struggle to incorporate whatever other organisms they can fit into their mouths and press down their gullets without choking. Seen in these stark terms, life on this planet is a gory spectacle, a science-fiction nightmare in which digestive tracts fitted with teeth at one end are tearing away at whatever flesh they can reach, and at the other end are piling up the fuming waste excrement as they move along in search of more flesh. I think this is why the epoch of the dinosaurs exerts such a strange fascination on us: it is an epic food orgy with king-size actors who convey unmistakably what organisms are dedicated to. Sensitive souls have reacted with shock to the elemental drama of life on this planet, and one of the reasons that Darwin so shocked his time-and still bothers ours-is that he showed this bone crushing, blood-drinking drama in all its elementality and necessity: Life cannot go on without the mutual devouring of organisms. If at the end of each person’s life he were to be presented with the living spectacle of all that he had organismically incorporated in order to stay alive, he might well feel horrified by the living energy he had ingested. The horizon of a gourmet, or even the average person, would be taken up with hundreds of chickens, flocks of lambs and sheep, a small herd of steers, sties full of pigs, and rivers of fish. The din alone would be deafening. To paraphrase Elias Canetti, each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.”
    Ernest Becker, Escape from Evil



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