One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
James Joyce, born on this day in 1882.
One by one they were all becoming shades. Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
James Joyce, born on this day in 1882.
The strange thing about growing old is that the intimate identification with the here and now is slowly lost; one feels transposed into infinity, more or less alone, no longer in hope or fear, only observing.
Albert Einstein
Letter to Queen Elisabeth of Belgium
12th January 1953
Via Letters of Note
Rainer Maria Rilke via Austin Kleon
We pay too much attention to the most confident voices—and too little attention to the most thoughtful ones.
Certainty is not a sign of credibility. Speaking assertively is not a substitute for thinking deeply.
It's better to learn from complex thinkers than smooth talkers.
via Substack
I would do well to remember this during the coming year.
“What we become depends on what we read after all of the professors have finished with us. The greatest university of all is a collection of books.”
— Thomas Carlyle via Philosophors