We all indulge in the strange, pleasant process called thinking, but
when it comes to saying, even to someone opposite, what w

It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly
taught and yet not to enjoy: to be present at this great spectacle of life and
never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self – never to be fully
possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously
transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardour of a passion, the
energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and
timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.

From Middelmarch, by George Elliot (more…)

With great difficulty, advancing by millimetres each year, I carve a
road out of the rock

With great difficulty, advancing by millimetres each year, I carve a
road out of the rock.  For millennia my teeth have wasted and my nails
broken to get there, to the other side, to the light and open air. And
now that my hands bleed and my teeth tremble, unsure ,
in a cavity cracked by thirst and dust, I pause and contemplate my work: I have
spent the second part of my life breaking the stones, drilling the walls,
smashing the doors and removing the obstacles, I placed between the light and
myself in the first part of my life.”

 

(Octavio Paz – selected poems Penguin books ,
1979)

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“The businessman who assumes that life is everything, and the mystic who
asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on

“The
businessman who assumes that life is everything, and the mystic who asserts
that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the truth. ‘yes , I
see, dear; it is about halfway between……..No; truth, being alive, was not
halfway between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions
into their realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at
the outset is to ensure sterility.”

(From
Howards End; A novel by E. M. Forster) (more…)