i am a human being, nothing human is alien to me.
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"i opened the book, picking a passage at random, and came across a tale about alexander the great. the emperor, as the story went, received as a gift some wondrous glass dishes. he liked the gifts very much, but smashed them all nonetheless. "why? are they not beautiful?" he was asked. "precisely because of that," he answered. "they are so beautiful that it would be hard for me to lose them. and with time they would break, one by one. and i would be sorrier than i am now."
the tale was naive but it still astonished me. its lesson was bitter: one should renounce everything he might ever begin to love, because loss and disappointment are inevitable. we must renounce love in order not to lose i…
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homo sum humani nihil a me alienum puto
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canis lupus familiaris
dog.
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nusr-et
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nevada
the driest state in the us.
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theo van gogh (art dealer)
the younger brother of vincent van gogh
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art
art is a beautiful lie that makes people see the truth*
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tea
turkish people's fuel.
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users' favorite quotes
the unexamined life is not worth living.
socrates -
tvi
tactical vehicle intervention.
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euthyphro dilemma
is something good because god commands it to be good or does god command it because it is good? –socrates
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ars longa, vita brevis
an aphorism of hippocrates
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users' favorite quotes
life is short, and art is long, opportunity fleeting, experiment treacherous, judgment difficult.
hippocrates -
istanbul
home.
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respect
respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.
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users' favorite poems
yet each man kills the thing he loves,
by each let this be heard,
some do it with a bitter look,
some with a flattering word,
the coward does it with a kiss,
the brave man with a sword!
some kill their love when they are young,
and some when they are old;
some strangle with the hands of gold:
the kindest use a knife, because
the dead so soon grow cold.
some love too little, some too long,
some sell and others buy;
some do the deed with many tears,
and some without a sigh:
for each man kills the thing he loves,
yet each man does not die.
oscar wilde