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Iarta pe altii adesea, niciodata pe tine insuti .Ignoscito saepe alteri, nunquam tibi. Publilius Syrus
Iarta pe altii adesea, niciodata pe tine insuti .Ignoscito saepe alteri, nunquam tibi. Publilius Syrus
Joseph Luis Lagrance: Dupa Euclid, geometria a devenit o limba moarta. Marchizul de Condorcet: Moarta, moarta dar bine facuta.
O veche zicala ( veche..adica o intalnim prima data la Heraclit ) spune ca : ” Cainii il latra pe cel pe care nu-l cunosc.” De ce as fi eu suparat pe voi ?
The enduring matter must constantly change its form, by the fact that, carried along the leading thread of causality, the mechanical, physical, chemical, organic appearances, greedily pushing themselves to emerge, tear matter apart by fighting among themselves, because each wants to express its own idea. This struggle is traced through…
I am talking to a subhuman. Three hours that could have become a torture, if I had not repeated to myself incessantly that I was not wasting my time, that I was still lucky enough to contemplate a specimen of what humanity will be in a few generations… Emil Cioran
Uit mereu, in momentele in care lupt sa explic functionarilor, autoritatilor, liderilor, concepte, strategii si viziuni ca : Magarului ii plac mai mult paiele decat aurul. Trebuie sa mi-o reamintesc mai des ca sa scap de frustrari. Magarul vrea doar fan. Viseaza la fan si…
[…] because what is certain is certain, who ever heard of a madman setting off on a journey without others coming and queuing up after him? Nietzsche joking bitterly
Intru totul este potrivit ca despre tot ceea ce este maret – adica avand mult inteles pentru cel dotat cu puterea rara de intelegere – sa se vorbeasca doar pe scurt si ( prin aceasta) obscur, astfel ca spiritul calp sa-si lamureasca aceste spuse mai…
Esenta filosofului este de natura sa-l indemne mai curand la a parcurge singuratic drumul sau. Inzestrarile sale sunt dintre cele mai rare, intr-un anumit sens cele mai nenaturale,si, prin aceasta chiar, facandu-l exclusiv si dusmanos chiar fata de cei cu daruri deopotriva. Zidurile intre care…
But I do not have my picture of the world because I have convinced myself of its correctness; nor because I am convinced of its correctness. But it is the inherited background on which I distinguish between true and false. Ludwig Wittgenstein