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Rationality belongs to the cool observer, but because of the stupidity of the average man, he follows not reason, but faith, and the naive faith requires necessary illusion and emotionally potent oversimplifications which are provided by the myth-maker to keep ordinary person on course.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

Because knowledge is not for showing off. If I do good work, people should notice me.

She [Mme des Laumes] belonged to that half of the human race in whom the curiosity the other half feels about the people it does not know is replaced by an interest in the people it does.

Don__ tell thin women to eat a cheeseburger. Don__ tell fat women to put down the fork. Don__ tell underweight men to bulk up. Don__ tell women with facial hair to wax, don__ tell uncircumcised men they__e gross, don__ tell muscular women to go easy on the dead-lift, don__ tell dark-skinned women to bleach their vagina, don__ tell black women to relax their hair, don__ tell flat-chested women to get breast implants, don__ tell __pple-shaped_ women what__ __lattering,_ don__ tell mothers to hide their stretch marks, and don__ tell people whose toes you don__ approve of not to wear flip-flops. And so on, etc, etc, in every iteration until the mountains crumble to the sea. Basically, just go ahead and CEASE telling other human beings what they __hould_ and __houldn't_ do with their bodies unless a) you are their doctor, or b) SOMEBODY GODDAMN ASKED YOU.

I feel no grief for being called somethingwhichI am not;in fact, it's enthralling, somehow, like a goodback rub

Two people pass each other. As one looks upon the other's skin color, the other is looking back at their appearance. Both justifying, how better and righteous they are, in their own insecurities.

You don't ever know what anyone's really like,' I said'Cause you do.''How?''They tell you; you tell them.''That's assuming you're honest. What if you lie?''Why would you want to lie?

A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.

There is nothing I detest so much as the contortions of these great time-and-lip servers, these affable dispensers of meaningless embraces, these obliging utterers of empty words, who view every one in civilities

Everyone in this world is nuts, the difference is some of them just really good at disguising it.

You may plainly perceive the traitor through his mask; he is well known every-where in his true colors; his rolling eyes and his honeyed tones impose only on those who do not know him. People are aware that this low-bred fellow, who deserves to be pilloried, has, by the dirtiest jobs, made his way in the world; and that the splendid position he has acquired makes merit repine and virtue blush. Yet whatever dishonourable epithets may be launched against him everywhere, nobody defends his wretched honour. Call him a rogue, an infamous wretch, a confounded scoundrel if you like, all the world will say __ea, _ and no one contradicts you. But for all that, his bowing and scraping are welcome everywhere; he is received, smiled upon, and wriggles himself into all kinds of society; and, if any appointment is to be secured by intriguing, he will carry the day over a man of the greatest worth. Zounds! these are mortal stabs to me, to see vice parleyed with; and sometimes times I feel suddenly inclined to fly into a wilderness far from the approach of men.

We need to start asking ourselves, does religion make people narrow minded or open minded?

Sometimes animals are more human than people and other times people are more animal than animals

Even the loneliest and most solitary in the universe... the very cold space dust... will eventually come together to form a star.

The only unique contribution you can offer the world is to be who you actually are and no one else.

We ought to punish pitilessly that shameful pretence of friendly intercourse. I like a man to be a man, and to show on all occasions the bottom of his heart in his discourse. Let that be the thing to speak, and never let our feelings be beneath vain compliments

If perchance a friend should betray you; if he forms a subtle plot to get hold of what is yours; if people should try to spread evil reports about you, would you tamely submit to all this without flying into a rage?