Herman Melville
We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects. ― Herman Melville
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Henry Miller
No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance. ― Henry Miller
Emery Allen
“I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can… Continue reading Emery Allen
Benjamin Franklin
Without Freedom of Thought, there can be no such Thing as Wisdom; and no such Thing as publick Liberty, without Freedom of Speech; which is the Right of every Man, as far as by it, he does not hurt or controul the Right of another: And this is the only Check it ought to suffer,… Continue reading Benjamin Franklin
C.S. Lewis
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art. It has no survival value; rather it’s one of those things that give value to survival. — C.S. Lewis
Arundhati Roy
I am completely a loner. In my head I want to feel I can be anywhere. There is a sort of recklessness that being a loner allows me. — Arundhati Roy
Ernest Hemingway
Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will… Continue reading Ernest Hemingway
Djuna Barnes
I like my human experience served up with a little silence and restraint. Silence makes experience go further and, when it does die, gives it that dignity common to a thing one had touched and not ravished. ― Djuna Barnes
Alan Lightman
A person who cannot imagine the future is a person who cannot contemplate the results of his actions. Some are thus paralyzed into inaction. They lie in their beds through the day, wide awake but afraid to put on their clothes. They drink coffee and look at photographs. Others leap out of bed in the… Continue reading Alan Lightman
Antonio Porchia
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory. — Antonio Porchia
The Vale of Soul-Making 