#in

You know, it's really strange now with the Internet, with everyone having an unsolicited, anonymous opinion. ↗

— Jeff Daniels

#everyone #having #internet #know #now

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing. ↗

— Anais Nin

#error #giving #i #living #losing

All great enterprises have a pearl of faith at their core, and this must be ours: that Americans are still a people born to liberty. That they retain the capacity for self-government. That, addressed as free-born, autonomous men and women of God-given dignity, they will rise yet again to drive back a mortal enemy. ↗

— Mitch Daniels

#again #autonomous #back #born #capacity

Unless you are a genius, it is best to aim at being intelligible. ↗

— Anthony Hope

#being #best #genius #intelligible #unless

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#able #age #ask #believe #converse

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#conceived #thoughts #truly #walking

There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#asked #deal #does #harder #head

A scrupulous writer, in every sentence that he writes, will ask himself at least four questions, thus: 1. What am I trying to say? 2. What words will express it? 3. What image or idiom will make it clearer? 4. Is this image fresh enough to have an effect? ↗

— George Orwell

#writing #questions

Il n'est pas certain que tout soit incertain. (Translation: It is not certain that everything is uncertain.) ↗

— Blaise Pascal

#quip #risk #uncertainty #risk

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#decay #english-literature #king #poetry #power