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  • #1
    Thomas Sowell
    “Despite the massive intellectual feat that Marx's Capital represents, the Marxian contribution to economics can be readily summarized as virtually zero. Professional economics as it exists today reflects no indication that Karl Marx ever existed. This neither denies nor denigrates Capital as an intellectual achievement, and perhaps in its way the culmination of classical economics. But the development of modern economics had simply ignored Marx. Even economists who are Marxists typically utilize a set of analytical tools to which Marx contributed nothing, and have recourse to Marx only for ideological, political, or historical purposes.

    In professional economics, Capital was a detour into a blind alley, however historic it may be as the centerpiece of a worldwide political movement. What is said and done in its name is said and done largely by people who have never read through it, much less followed its labyrinthine reasoning from its arbitrary postulates to its empirically false conclusions. Instead, the massive volumes of Capital have become a quasi-magic touchstone—a source of assurance that somewhere and somehow a genius "proved" capitalism to be wrong and doomed, even if the specifics of this proof are unknown to those who take their certitude from it.”
    Thomas Sowell, Marxism: Philosophy and Economics

  • #2
    Michael Ondaatje
    “We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

    I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.”
    Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

  • #3
    Deborah Blake
    “You are like the beach at dawn when the fog comes in; each of those things is lovely on its own, but together, they can be magical.”
    Deborah Blake, Dangerously Divine

  • #4
    Léon Bloy
    “Every man who begets a free act projects his personality into the infinite. If he gives a poor man a penny grudgingly, that penny pierces the poor man’s hand, falls, pierces the earth, bores holes in suns, crosses the firmament and compromises the universe. If he begets an impure act, he perhaps darkens thousands of hearts whom he does not know, who are mysteriously linked to him, and who need this man to be pure as a traveller dying of thirst needs the Gospel’s draught of water. A charitable act, an impulse of real pity sings for him the divine praises, from the time of Adam to the end of the ages; it cures the sick, consoles those in despair, calms storms, ransoms prisoners, converts the infidel and protects mankind”
    Léon Bloy

  • #5
    “One can never "fall" in love, you must rise to it's level of consciousness. Love is not a feeling, it's a state of MIND!”
    T.C. Carrier

  • #6
    Jerry A. Coyne
    “As Darwin noted, “It is certain that with almost all animals there is a struggle between the males for the possession of the female.” When males of a species battle it out directly, be it through the clashing antlers of deer, the stabbing horns of the stag beetle, the head butting of stalk-eyed flies, or the bloody battles of massive elephant seals, they win access to females by driving off competitors. Selection will favor any trait that promotes such victories so long as the increased chance of getting mates more than offsets any reduced survival. This kind of selection produces armaments: stronger weapons, larger body size, or anything that helps a male win physical contests.”
    Jerry A. Coyne, Why Evolution Is True

  • #7
    Ivo Andrić
    “There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.”
    Ivo Andric

  • #8
    Freeman Dyson
    “The more I examine the universe and the details of its architecture, the more evidence I find that the universe in some sense must have known we were coming.”
    Freeman John Dyson

  • #9
    Patrick Rothfuss
    “Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.”
    Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear

  • #10
    Neil deGrasse Tyson
    “People cited violation of the First Amendment when a New Jersey schoolteacher asserted that evolution and the Big Bang are not scientific and that Noah's ark carried dinosaurs. This case is not about the need to separate church and state; it's about the need to separate ignorant, scientifically illiterate people from the ranks of teachers.”
    Neil deGrasse Tyson

  • #11
    Daniel C. Dennett
    “Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.”
    Daniel C. Dennett, Sweet Dreams: Philosophical Obstacles to a Science of Consciousness

  • #12
    Daniel C. Dennett
    “human beings are actually more closely related to the two species of chimpanzees (Pan troglodytes, the familiar chimp, and Pan paniscus, the rare, smaller pygmy chimp or bonobo) than those chimpanzees are to the other apes.”
    Daniel C. Dennett, Darwin's Dangerous Idea: Evolution and the Meaning of Life

  • #13
    Ernest Becker
    “It begins to look as though modern man cannot find his heroism in everyday life any more, as men did in traditional societies just by doing their daily duty of raising children, working, and worshiping. He needs revolutions and wars and "continuing" revolutions to last when the revolutions and wars end. That is the price modern man pays for the eclipse of the sacred dimension. When he dethroned the ideas of soul and God he was thrown back hopelessly on his own resources, on himself and those few around him. Even lovers and families trap and disillusion us because they are not substitutes for absolute transcendence. We might say that they are poor illusions in the sense that we have been discussing.”
    Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

  • #14
    Jean-Louis Fournier
    “لا ينبغي الاعتقاد ان الحزن على وفاة طفل معوق أقل.. هو في مثل نفس الحزن على وفاة طفل طبيعي..
    مرعب هو موت من لم يكن ابداً سعيداً، من جاء الى الارض ليقوم بجولة سريعة فقط لأجل ان يعاني..
    وعلى ذلك، يصعب الاحتفاظ بذكرى ابتسامة..”
    Jean-Louis Fournier, أين نذهب يا بابا؟

  • #15
    Shel Silverstein
    “If you're sloppy, that's just fine.
    If you're moody, I won't mind.
    If you're fat, that's fine with me.
    If you're skinny, let it be.
    If you're bossy, that's all right.
    if you're nasty, I won't fight.
    If you're rough, well that's just you.
    If you're mean, that's all right too.
    Whatever you are is all okay.
    I don't like you anyway.”
    Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

  • #16
    Dennis McKay
    “In the silence of the mountain there is much you can learn.”
    Dennis McKay, The Shaman and the Stranger

  • #17
    Arthur Schopenhauer
    “When we read, another person thinks for us: we merely repeat his mental process. In learning to write, the pupil goes over with his pen what the teacher has outlined in pencil: so in reading; the greater part of the work of thought is already done for us. This is why it relieves us to take up a book after being occupied with our own thoughts. And in reading, the mind is, in fact, only the playground of another’s thoughts. So it comes about that if anyone spends almost the whole day in reading, and by way of relaxation devotes the intervals to some thoughtless pastime, he gradually loses the capacity for thinking; just as the man who always rides, at last forgets how to walk. This is the case with many learned persons: they have read themselves stupid.”
    arthur schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms

  • #18
    “On the first day of November last year, sacred to many religious calendars but especially the Celtic, I went for a walk among bare oaks and birch. Nothing much was going on. Scarlet sumac had passed and the bees were dead. The pond had slicked overnight into that shiny and deceptive glaze of delusion, first ice. It made me remember sakes and conjure a vision of myself skimming backward on one foot, the other extended; the arms become wings. Minnesota girls know that this is not a difficult maneuver if one's limber and practices even a little after school before the boys claim the rink for hockey. I think I can still do it - one thinks many foolish things when November's bright sun skips over the entrancing first freeze.

    A flock of sparrows reels through the air looking more like a flying net than seventy conscious birds, a black veil thrown on the wind. When one sparrow dodges, the whole net swerves, dips: one mind. Am I part of anything like that?

    Maybe not. The last few years of my life have been characterized by stripping away, one by one, loves and communities that sustain the soul. A young colleague, new to my English department, recently asked me who I hang around with at school. "Nobody," I had to say, feeling briefly ashamed. This solitude is one of the surprises of middle age, especially if one's youth has been rich in love and friendship and children. If you do your job right, children leave home; few communities can stand an individual's most pitiful, amateur truth telling. So the soul must stand in her own meager feathers and learn to fly - or simply take hopeful jumps into the wind.

    In the Christian calendar, November 1 is the Feast of All Saints, a day honoring not only those who are known and recognized as enlightened souls, but more especially the unknowns, saints who walk beside us unrecognized down the millennia. In Buddhism, we honor the bodhisattvas - saints - who refuse enlightenment and return willingly to the wheel of karma to help other beings. Similarly, in Judaism, anonymous holy men pray the world from its well-merited destruction. We never know who is walking beside us, who is our spiritual teacher. That one - who annoys you so - pretends for a day that he's the one, your personal Obi Wan Kenobi. The first of November is a splendid, subversive holiday.

    Imagine a hectic procession of revelers - the half-mad bag lady; a mumbling, scarred janitor whose ravaged face made the children turn away; the austere, unsmiling mother superior who seemed with great focus and clarity to do harm; a haunted music teacher, survivor of Auschwitz. I bring them before my mind's eye, these old firends of my soul, awakening to dance their day. Crazy saints; but who knows what was home in the heart? This is the feast of those who tried to take the path, so clumsily that no one knew or notice, the feast, indeed, of most of us.

    It's an ugly woods, I was saying to myself, padding along a trail where other walkers had broken ground before me. And then I found an extraordinary bouquet. Someone had bound an offering of dry seed pods, yew, lyme grass, red berries, and brown fern and laid it on the path: "nothing special," as Buddhists say, meaning "everything." Gathered to formality, each dry stalk proclaimed a slant, an attitude, infinite shades of neutral.

    All contemplative acts, silences, poems, honor the world this way. Brought together by the eye of love, a milkweed pod, a twig, allow us to see how things have been all along. A feast of being.”
    Mary Rose O'Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd

  • #19
    Erma Bombeck
    “When God Created Mothers"

    When the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth day of "overtime" when the angel appeared and said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one."

    And God said, "Have you read the specs on this order?" She has to be completely washable, but not plastic. Have 180 moveable parts...all replaceable. Run on black coffee and leftovers. Have a lap that disappears when she stands up. A kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. And six pairs of hands."

    The angel shook her head slowly and said. "Six pairs of hands.... no way."

    It's not the hands that are causing me problems," God remarked, "it's the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have."

    That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. God nodded.

    One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks, 'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows. Another here in the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't but what she has to know, and of course the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs up and say. 'I understand and I love you' without so much as uttering a word."

    God," said the angel touching his sleeve gently, "Get some rest tomorrow...."

    I can't," said God, "I'm so close to creating something so close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself when she is sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and can get a nine year old to stand under a shower."

    The angel circled the model of a mother very slowly. "It's too soft," she sighed.

    But tough!" said God excitedly. "You can imagine what this mother can do or endure."

    Can it think?"

    Not only can it think, but it can reason and compromise," said the Creator.

    Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.

    There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told You that You were trying to put too much into this model."

    It's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear."

    What's it for?"

    It's for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain, loneliness, and pride."

    You are a genius, " said the angel.

    Somberly, God said, "I didn't put it there.”
    Erma Bombeck, When God Created Mothers

  • #20
    Jackie Collins
    “Falling in love is like getting hit by a truck and yet not being mortally wounded. just sick to your stomach, high one minute, low the next. Starving hungry but unable to eat. hot, cold, forever horny, full of hope and enthusiasm, with momentary depressions that wipe you out.

    It is also not being able to remove the smile from your face, loving life with a mad passionate intensity, and feeling ten years younger.

    Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what's happening. It's inevitable. An event you can't control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.”
    Jackie Collins, Lucky

  • #21
    Alfred de Musset
    “You’re like a lighthouse shining beside the sea of humanity, motionless: all you can see is your own reflection in the water. You’re alone, so you think it’s a vast, magnificent panorama. You haven’t sounded the depths. You simply believe in the beauty of God’s creation. But I have spent all this time in the water, diving deep into the howling ocean of life, deeper than anyone. While you were admiring the surface, I saw the shipwrecks, the drowned bodies, the monsters of the deep”
    Alfred De Musset, Lorenzaccio

  • #22
    Lang Leav
    “It happens like this.

    "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time."

    Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.

    -------------------------------------------------

    It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.
    That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.”
    Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

  • #23
    Edward O. Wilson
    “The real problem of humanity is the following: We have Paleolithic emotions, medieval institutions and godlike technology. And it is terrifically dangerous, and it is now approaching a point of crisis overall.”
    Edward O. Wilson

  • #24
    Nitobe Inazō
    “In the days when decapitation was public, not only were small boys sent to witness the ghastly scene, but they were made to visit alone the place in the darkness of night and there to leave a mark of their visit on the trunkless head.”
    Inazō Nitobe, Bushido: The Soul of Japan

  • #25
    Donna Jackson Nakazawa
    “When the brain can’t moderate our biological stress response, it goes into a state of constant hyperarousal and reactivity. Inflammatory hormones and chemicals keep coursing through the body at the slightest provocation. In other words, when a child is young and his brain is still developing, if he is repeatedly thrust into a state of fight or flight, this chronic stress state causes these small, chemical markers to disable the genes that regulate the stress response—preventing the brain from properly regulating its response for the rest of his life.”
    Donna Jackson Nakazawa, Childhood Disrupted: How Your Biography Becomes Your Biology, and How You Can Heal

  • #26
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #27
    W.G. Sebald
    “How happily, said Austerlitz, have I sat over a book in the deepening twilight until I could no longer make out the words and my mind began to wander, and how secure have I felt seated at the desk in my house in the dark night, just watching the tip of my pencil in the lamplight following its shadow, as if of its own accord and with perfect fidelity, while that shadow moved regularly from left to right, line by line, over the ruled paper.”
    W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz

  • #28
    Nikita Gill
    “Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.”
    Nikita Gill, Your Body is an Ocean: Love and Other Experiments

  • #29
    “Money is a good weapon against the scum and is of no consequence to the noble mind. - On Money.”
    Lamine Pearlheart, To Life from the Shadows: Conversations with the Light

  • #30
    Valentin Tomberg
    “The Magician represents the man who has attained harmony and equilibrium between the spontaneity of the unconscious (in the sense given to it by C. G. Jung) and the deliberate action of the conscious (in the sense of “I” or ego consciousness).”
    Valentin Tomberg, Meditations on the Tarot: A Journey into Christian Hermeticism



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