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  • “Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organization of the entire tapestry.”
    — Richard P. Feynman 
    • 4 days ago
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  • “It is abhorrent to me when a fine intelligence is paired with an unsavory character.”
    — Albert Einstein
    • 1 week ago
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  • - Carl Sagan

    - Carl Sagan

    • 2 weeks ago
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  • - Jimmy Carter

    - Jimmy Carter

    • 3 weeks ago
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    • 1 month ago
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  • “When attacked, nature does not defend. Only takes revenge.”
    — Albert Einstein
    • 1 month ago
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  • “The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
    — Ernest Hemingway
    • 1 month ago
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    • 1 month ago
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  • “Not a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares”
    — Daniel Dennett
    • 1 month ago
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  • “My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born, and that is all that is necessary.”
    — Albert Einstein
    • 2 months ago
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    • 2 months ago
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    • 2 months ago
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  • “A happy man is too satisfied with the present to think too much about the future.”
    — Albert Einstein
    • 2 months ago
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    • 2 months ago
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  • “Throughout the whole absurd life I’d lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people’s deaths or a mother’s love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we’re all elected by the same fate …”
    — THE STRANGER [1942] by Albert Camus
    • 3 months ago
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