1. Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves.
    —  T.S. Eliot
     
    1. Calvin: Isn’t it strange that evolution would give us a sense of humour? When you think about it, it’s weird that we have a physiological response to absurdity. We laugh at nonsense. We like it. We think it’s funny. Don’t you think it’s odd that we appreciate absurdity? Why would we develop that way? How does it benefit us?
    2. Hobbes: I suppose if we couldn’t laugh at things that don’t make sense, we couldn’t react to a lot of life.
    3. Calvin: (after a long pause) I can’t tell if that’s funny or really scary.
     
  2. August, 2011.

    Facing the beach with the ocean to your back, you have your life. Your shadow, who you are, is seen on the dynamic sand patterns. The carvings from the sand being weathered by the water represent the arrangement of your thoughts; they are copious and incoherent when they stand alone. The carvings contained within your shadow are the compilation of thoughts and sentiments that make up your perception of yourself, seemingly convoluted and inscrutable in the shrouded shadow. The waves come and splash in around you, like the way a significant person or event would. But as they recede, they reorganize and recreate the array of intricate carvings around you, as every occurrence and person shapes your thoughts and perspective. From your peripherals, you have a slight foresight to what’s coming toward you, but you never know what path it will take. Behind you, not visible to you, is the seemingly endless sea of insight, knowledge, experience, people, and places that agglomerates to everything. All the world’s information flows around in the immense web of the sea, and it comes to you moment by moment, wave by wave, infinitesimal grain of sand by grain of sand reorganizing your carvings.

     
  3. It is commonly thought that everything that is can be put into words.”
    — Agnes Martin
     
  4. An intellectual? Yes. And never deny it. An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself. I like this, because I am happy to be both halves, the watcher and the watched. “Can they be brought together?” This is a practical question. We must get down to it. “I despise intelligence” really means: “I cannot bear my doubts.”
    ― Albert Camus
     
  5. Whenever you’re called on to make up your mind
    And you’re hampered by not having any,
    The best way to solve the dilemma, you’ll find,
    Is simply by flipping a penny.

    No, not so that chance shall decide the affair
    While you’re passively standing there moping;
    But the moment the penny is up in the air
    You suddenly know what you’re hoping.

    —  Piet Hein
     
  6. Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
    — Martin Luther King Jr.
     
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  9. It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.
    — Albert Camus
     
  10. Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
    — Albert Camus
     
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  12. I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.”
    — Carl Sagan
     
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  14. Well, right now I’m not dead. But when I am, it’s like…I don’t know, I guess it’s like being inside a book that nobody’s reading. […] An old one. It’s up on a library shelf, so you’re safe and everything, but the book hasn’t been checked out for a long, long time. All you can do is wait. Just hope somebody’ll pick it up and start reading.”
    ― Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried