#hum

Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#humor

He's one fry short of a Happy Meal. ↗

— Rush Limbaugh

#intellect #intelligence #obama #humor

Since the war, we're the only intelligent species left in the universe, therefore we think everything in this universe has to conform to our paradigm of what makes sense. Do you have any idea how arrogant that view is and on how little of this universe we base it? ↗

— Robert Buettner

#conformity #grand-picture #human-behavior #human-superiority #humankind

THE FINAL TOUCH Portrait of nobody in particular Idiots are really one hundred per cent when they are also intelligent. ↗

— Piet Hein

#piet-hein #intelligence

In truth, he had always considered the sight of men eating croissants slightly ridiculous, especially at the beginning, when for the first bite they had to maneuver the point of the crescent into their mouths. No matter what a person did, he ended up with an asymmetrical mouthful of pastry, which he then had to relocate with his tongue to a more central location. This made him look less purposive than he might. Also, croissants were more apt than other breakfast foods to spray little flakes all over one’s clean dark suit. Art himself had accordingly never ordered a croissant in any working situation, and he believed that attention to this sort of detail was how it was that he had not lost his job like so many of his colleagues. ↗

— Gish Jen

#humorous #art

If death petrifies you, do something to ensure your likeness will survive in more than just photographs. Drown yourself in a swamp. ↗

— Bauvard

#fossils #funny #humor #death

The spirit of a man is constructed out of his choices. ↗

— Irvin D. Yalom

#human-nature #life #life

We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet, ↗

— Stephen Hawking

#life #intelligence

If it weren’t for love, poets would all be out of a job. As it is, they starve to death and write profound thoughts about that deep, deep feeling. ↗