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For me a page of good prose is where one hears the rain. A page of good prose is when one hears the noise of battle.... A page of good prose seems to me the most serious dialogue that well-informed and intelligent men and women carry on today in their endeavor to make sure that the fires of this planet burn peaceably. ↗

— John Cheever

#prose #short-stories #intelligence

Google' is not a synonym for 'research'. ↗

— Dan Brown

#lost-symbol #research #lost

Education is no substitute for intelligence. ↗

— Frank Herbert

#intelligence #wisdom #education

If I show up at your house ten years from now and find nothing in your living room but The Readers Digest, nothing on your bedroom night table but the newest Dan Brown novel, and nothing in your bathroom but Jokes for the John, I’ll chase you down to the end of your driveway and back, screaming ‘Where are your books? You graduated college ten years ago, so how come there are no damn books in your house? Why are you living on the intellectual equivalent of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? ↗

— Stephen King

#commencement #intellect #steven-king #college

Smart is just time on task, it's repetition and support. ↗

— Nicola Blake

#intelligence #education

Love isn't the work of the tender and the gentle; Love is the work of wrestlers. The one who becomes a servant of lovers is really a fortunate sovereign. Don't ask anyone about Love; ask Love about Love. Love is a cloud that scatters pearls. ↗

— Rumi

#rumi #love

Use your intellect to guide you, and you will end up putting people off. Rely on your emotions, and you will forever be pushed around. Force your will on others, and you will live in constant tension. There is no getting around it—people are hard to live with. ↗

— Sōseki Natsume

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I only know that I know nothing ↗

— Socrates

#intellect #knowledge #philosophy #wisdom #intellect

Intellect is not wisdom. ↗

— Thomas Sowell

#society #intellect

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods... The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss. ↗

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

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