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One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#concept #confuses #corrupts #ethics #evil

There is a concept that is the corrupter and destroyer of all others. I speak not of Evil, whose limited empire is that of ethics; I speak of the infinite. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#destroyer #empire #ethics #evil #i

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#guided #more #nothing #than #writing

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

#against #alone #feeling #more #smiling

I've been to a number of places and seen for myself the caliber of people who are in the Navy today - in all the services for that matter. This is an altogether different bunch. These people of today are really bright, young, good people. ↗

— Ernest Borgnine

#been #bright #bunch #caliber #different

To this day I clean better than most maids. ↗

— Ernest Borgnine

#clean #day #i #maids #most

A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable. ↗

— Robert Bork

#either #finding #happy #laws #likely

The purpose that brought the fourteenth amendment into being was equality before the law, and equality, not separation, was written into the law. ↗

— Robert Bork

#before #being #brought #equality #fourteenth

My kids are free to do what ever they want. Because I only advise. I don't make them do anything. ↗

— Jack Bowman

#anything #because #ever #free #i

We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us. And the more we do that, the more we allow ourselves to love, the more we are bound to find ourselves one day - like Dave, and Morley, and Sam, and Stephanie - standing in the kitchen of our live, surrounded by the ones we love, and feeling empty, and alone, and sad, and lost for words, because one of our loved ones, who should be there, is missing. Mother or father, brother or sister, wife or husband, or a dog or cat. It doesn't really matter. After a while, each death feels like all the deaths, and you stand there like eveyone else has stood there before you, while the big wind of sadness blows around and through you. "He was a great dog," said Dave. "Yes," said Morley. "He was a great dog. ↗

— Stuart McLean

#death