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Ne naștem, murim, iar restul e timp liber.

Vorbesc ca un bătrân ursuz, însă și ăsta e cumva rostul jurnalului de față: să mă pot plânge și eu din când în când fără a deranja pe cineva.

Șuvoaie infinite de vorbe inutile, care acoperă totul ca niște buruieni sufocante. Spuse fără cap. Fără sens. Obsesive. Rostite pentru a-i informa pe cei din jur că vorbitorul încă n-a murit și încă mai are ceva de spus. Dacă e cineva care vrea să le audă e o întrebare pe care oamenii și-o pun rar, altfel și-ar ține gura mult mai des.

Nimic din ce-i omenesc nu le e străin oamenilor în vârstă.

Am citit că s-a lansat o campanie națională împotriva pesimismului în Țările de Jos. Prin prezenta, echipa de campanie e invitată cordial să treacă pe-aici. E o pâine de mâncat. Se poate începe simplu: ziua fără boli. De fiecare dată când cineva începe ziua fără vreun disconfort fizic, trebuie să pună zece euro în pușculiță. Cu banii strânși organizăm un festin cu șampanie.

Do you care for French news? I hope not, because I don't know any. There is a melodrama, called "The French Revolution," now playing at the Cirque, in the first act of which there is the most tremendous representation of a people that can well be imagined. There are wonderful battles and so forth in the piece, but there is a power and massiveness in the mob which is positively awful.

Geneva, Saturday, October 24th, 1846.
My dear Macready,
The welcome sight of your handwriting moves me (though I have nothing to say) to show you mine,& if I could recollect the passage in Virginius I would paraphrase it,& say, "Does it seem to tremble, boy? Is it a loving autograph? Does it beam with friendship and affection?" all of which I say,as I write,with—oh Heaven!—such a splendid imitation of you,

N.B.—Observe. I think of changing my present mode of life, and am open to an engagement.
N.B. No. 2.—I will undertake not to play tragedy, though passion is my strength.
N.B. No. 3.—I consider myself a chained lion.

I have never in my life been so struck by any place as by Venice. It is the wonder of the world. Dreamy, beautiful, inconsistent, impossible, wicked, shadowy, d——able old place. I entered it by night, and the sensation of that night and the bright morning that followed is a part of me for the rest of my existence.

He is an excellent creature, and I respect him very much, so I don't mind smiling when I think of him as he appeared when addressing you and pointing to the plate, with his head a little on one side, and one of his eyes turned up languidly.

I have sent you a little book I published on the 17th of December,& which has been a most prodigious success—the greatest, I think, I have ever achieved.It pleases me to think that it will bring you home for an hour or two,& I long to hear you have read it on some quiet morning.Do they allow you to be quiet, by-the-way? "Some of our most fashionable people, sir," denounced me awfully for liking to be alone sometimes.

But I have my comedy to fly to. My only comfort! I walk up and down the street at the back of the theatre every night, and peep in at the green-room window, thinking of the time when "Dick—ins" will be called for by excited hundreds, and won't come till Mr. Webster (half Swig and half himself) shall enter from his dressing-room, and quelling the tempest with a smile,

I vow before high heaven that my blood so boils at these enormities, that when I speak about them I seem to grow twenty feet high, and to swell out in proportion. "Robbers that ye are," I think to myself when I get upon my legs, "here goes!

It was so hot at Richmond that we could scarcely breathe, and the peach and other fruit trees were in full blossom; it was so cold at Washington next day that we were shivering; but even in the same town you might often wear nothing but a shirt and trousers in the morning, and two greatcoats at night, the thermometer very frequently taking a little trip of thirty degrees between sunrise and sunset.

I really do believe that if I had not a lady with me, I should have been obliged to leave the country and go back to England. But for her they never would leave me alone by day or night, and as it is, a slave comes to me now and then in the middle of the night with a letter, and waits at the bedroom door for an answer.

I meant to have written you a long letter, but I cannot write very fast when I like the person I am writing to, because that makes me think about them, and I like you, and so I tell you. Besides, it is just eight o’clock at night, and I always go to bed at eight o’clock, except when it is my birthday, and then I sit up to supper.

What to do? It is just twelve o’clock at night and still not in bed 😬👀

Între 30000 și 10000 i.Hr., figurile feminine sunt reprezentate prin bine-cunoscutele statuete ale lui “Venus”, complet goale. Corpul ei este magia ei: el invocă masculinul și în același timp este vasul conținător al întregii vieți umane. Magia femeii este primordială și naturală. Bărbatul, dimpotrivă, este întotdeauna reprezentat într-un anumit rol, îndeplinind o funcție, făcând ceva.

Ceea ce recunoaștem într-un om, noi și stârnim în el.

…trăim sub semnul unei anumite presupuneri.

La primitivi, lucrul cel mai rar întâlnit este inițiativa. De obicei doar șeful tribului și vraciul au inițiativă, iar ei sunt recunoscuți drept marii inventatori sau promotori ai tribului.

“Is love the only thing?” she asked, in low, sweet tones that seemed to bring a calm even to my wrung heart. “If love were the only thing, I would follow you⁠—in rags, if need be⁠—to the world’s end; for you hold my heart in the hollow of your hand! But is love the only thing?”

I made no answer. It gives me shame now to think that I would not help her.

Ca întotdeauna, de fiecare dată când privește spre lumea exterioară, viața i se arată cu neprevăzutul ei, cu tristețea funciară, cu blândețea dezamăgitoare și deplinătatea ei aproape de neîndurat.

The chains of addiction are internal and invisible. They first shackle the mind, then the body. The process of addiction seizes powerful neural circuits and directs them towards behaviors that make it difficult to adapt.
In the brain affected by addiction, the rational parts, which regulate impulses in the cortex, are poorly developed even before addiction sets in, being further affected by drug use.

His disillusionment with Mary, whom he had thought of angelic purity, and his sense of injury, were so strong that they brought him to despair, and the despair led him—to what? To God, to his childhood's faith which had never been destroyed in him.

Kasatsky belonged to those men of the eighteen-forties (they are now no longer to be found) who while deliberately and without any conscientious scruples condoning impurity in themselves, required ideal and angelic purity in their women, regarded all unmarried women of their circle as possessed of such purity, and treated them accordingly.

dezvoltarea creierului în perioada intrauterină și în timpul copilăriei este factorul biologic cel mai important în a determina dacă o persoană va fi sau nu predispusă la dependență de substanțe sau la comportamente de dependență de orice fel, fie ele legate de droguri sau nu.

oamenii își pun viețile in pericol din dorința de a face momentul să fie vrednic de a fi trăit. nimic nu-i convinge să renunțe- nici boala, nici iubirea și relațiile sacrificate, nici pierderea bunurilor materiale, nici demnitatea lor zdrobită, nici teama de moarte.

All these beautiful and interesting sounds filled my heart with an unwonted expectation; and it appeared to me that, once past this range which I was mounting, I should descend into the garden of the world. Nor was I deceived, for I was now done with rains and winds and a bleak country. The first part of my journey ended here; and this was like an induction of sweet sounds into the other and more beautiful.

“The bed was made, the room was fit,
By punctual eve the stars were lit;
The air was still, the water ran;
No need there was for maid or man,
When we put up, my ass and I,
At God’s green caravanserai.
OLD PLAY.”