- we are too connected with others in society. solitude is feared and destroyed, as a result, thoughts are sporadic and strained.
- i am happiest alone in a table with tons of aging books, some red wine, and visceral enthusiasm
- what's sad is that the people i care about most are dead old men who valued depression and revolution
- i dont care much for the tricky seductive ways of former sirens, rather i lean towards the optimistic and unbound wisdom of foreign philosophers
- i wonder how many women philosophers there would be had women been allowed full schooling
- when slumped in a dejected state of depression and anxiety, it's comforting to fall within the lines of philosophy and mythology. old intellectuals know more about the pains and beauty of the world
- youthful, ignorant, sexual, over-pleased women nauseate me to no end
- old women with scandalous stories are so much more pleasing than any bit of magazine trash
- remembering the thoughts, values and methods of those deceased is the only way to continue the cycle of universal thought and keep from lapsing into mistakes of the past
- ignorant people make me want to throw up
- nature is so intimidating because it screams honesty with silence, our origins pulse through the soil, our past and our future and every atom of our being surround us in our most organic, raw environment
- everyone should make their own food- it tastes better that way
- i have the ability to be someone great. my fault, like heroes before me is my disposition to fall to temptation.
- when you do for someone else you are taking away from yourself
- selfishness, when it comes to time and intelligence, brings success
- wit and charisma are probably better indicators of power
- with many, as age increases, curiosity diminished and the overall question that fuels the mind turns into an ellipses... or even worse, a period
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