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To me, being an intellectual doesn’t mean knowing about intellectual issues; it means taking pleasure in them.
Chinua Achebe
It’s a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it’s nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
– Bad Religion, Frank Ocean
If you aspire to the highest place,
it is no disgrace to stop at the second
or even the third place.
Cicero, 106-43 BC Roman Orator, Statesman and Essayist
Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind.
Michelle NdegeOcello 
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
– Noel Coward
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
Oscar Wilde
This was not simply cold: this was science fiction. This was a story set on the dark side of Mercury, back when they thought Mercury had a dark side. This was somewhere out on rocky Pluto, where the sun is just another star, shining only a little more brightly in the darkness. This, thought Shadow, is just a hair away from the places where air comes in buckets and pours just like beer.
– Neil Gaiman, American Gods
An odd thing, life. You never know where you are with it, do you?
– P.G. Wodehouse
When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.
– Paulo Coelho
Colorblind is just another way of saying we don’t care.
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
– Simone de Beauvoir

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But … was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought.

– The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
To me, being an intellectual doesn’t mean knowing about intellectual issues; it means taking pleasure in them.
Chinua Achebe
It’s a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it’s nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup
– Bad Religion, Frank Ocean
If you aspire to the highest place,
it is no disgrace to stop at the second
or even the third place.
Cicero, 106-43 BC Roman Orator, Statesman and Essayist
Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind.
Michelle NdegeOcello 
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
– Noel Coward
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.
Oscar Wilde
This was not simply cold: this was science fiction. This was a story set on the dark side of Mercury, back when they thought Mercury had a dark side. This was somewhere out on rocky Pluto, where the sun is just another star, shining only a little more brightly in the darkness. This, thought Shadow, is just a hair away from the places where air comes in buckets and pours just like beer.
– Neil Gaiman, American Gods
An odd thing, life. You never know where you are with it, do you?
– P.G. Wodehouse
When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.
– Paulo Coelho
Colorblind is just another way of saying we don’t care.
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.
– Simone de Beauvoir

The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But … was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought.

– The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
"To me, being an intellectual doesn’t mean knowing about intellectual issues; it means taking pleasure in them."
"It’s a bad religion
This unrequited love
To me it’s nothing but a one-man cult
And cyanide in my styrofoam cup"
"If you aspire to the highest place,
it is no disgrace to stop at the second
or even the third place."
"Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind."
"I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me."
"I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying."
"This was not simply cold: this was science fiction. This was a story set on the dark side of Mercury, back when they thought Mercury had a dark side. This was somewhere out on rocky Pluto, where the sun is just another star, shining only a little more brightly in the darkness. This, thought Shadow, is just a hair away from the places where air comes in buckets and pours just like beer."
"An odd thing, life. You never know where you are with it, do you?"
"When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way."
"Colorblind is just another way of saying we don’t care."
"One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman."
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The Alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The Alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who daily knelt beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.
But this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He said that when Narcissus died, the Goddesses of the Forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

"Why do you weep?" the Goddesses asked.
“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.
“Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said, “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.”
“But … was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.
“Who better than you to know that?” the Goddesses said in wonder, “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”
The lake was silent for some time. Finally it said:
“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”
“What a lovely story,” the Alchemist thought.

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