Since that moment, it has all been a dark necessity.

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

I am not the man for whom you take me!

Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a celestial radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow.

Mournful lesson, that, in the view of Infinite Purity, we are sinners all alike. It was to teach them, that the holiest among us has but attained so far above his fellows as to discern more clearly the Mercy which looks down, and repudiate more utterly the phantom of human merit, which would look aspiringly upward.

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!

"On a field, sable, the letter A. Gules"

Another Friday, another book

It's Friday, and we're waiting.

“The best definition of man is: a being that goes on two legs and is ungrateful.”

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Again
Oh my

I like to think of it as the original “would you love me if I was a worm?”.

“As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.”

“How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense”

I want to have an argument with someone and I want them to curse so I can finally say “Only those who cannot express themselves intelligently would resort to such crude substitutions in vocabulary”.

𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝖾 .
𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾 , 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈? 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽.