Sunday, 27 April 2014

“You scullion. You rampallian. You fustilarian. I’ll tickle your catastrophe.” 
Falstaff, Henry IV part I; Act 2, Scene 2 - William Shakespeare

Wednesday, 23 April 2014

“Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life that wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.” 
― Fernando PessoaThe Education Of The Stoic,

Friday, 4 April 2014

“There is something at the bottom of every new human thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest thought that springs up in any brain, which can never be communicated to others, even if one were to write volumes about it and were explaining one's idea for thirty-five years; there's something left which cannot be induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with you forever; and with it you will die, without communicating to anyone perhaps the most important of your ideas.” 
― Fyodor DostoyevskyThe Idiot