I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.
I don't read books for pleasure, but in desperation.
If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.
First, he says, you have to go out into the world. This is not a simple matter of going outside one's door. No, that is simply going out. That's what one does when one is on the way to the store to buy a loaf of bread, some cheese, and a bottle of wine. When one goes out into the world, one is shedding preconceptions of past paths and ideas of past paths, and trying to move freely through an unsubstantiated and new geography.
Not that believing such things has anything to do with whether they are true. You see that, don't you?
Different times and different structures make more sense at one point in life than at another.
I believe in discovering the love that exists and then trying to understand it. Not to invent a love and try to make it exist, but to find what does exist, and then to see what it is.
Ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know.
The business man who gains success at the expense of the poor and miserable gains nil respect from his peers.
Mathematics may, like poetry or music, "promote and sustain a lofty habit of mind. "
It is easier to apologize than to get permission.