A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

  • Robert Heinlein, Time Enough for Love

Something you enjoy wasting is not wasted

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

  • C.S. Lewis

We are not designed for sustained happiness or optimism. Natural selection had very little interest in our mental welfare – survival was key.

"If some people had wings and others didn't, and the government wanted to enforce "fairness," soon no one would have wings. Because wings cannot be redistributed, they can only be broken. Likewise, a government edict cannot make people smarter or more capable, but it can impede the growth of those with the potential. Wouldn't it be fair if, in the name of equality, we scar the beautiful, cripple the athletes, lobotomize the scientists, blind the artists, and sever the hands of the musicians? Why not?"

  • Oleg Atbashian

Most the girls in the world are complaining about it,
Most the poems in the world have been written about it,
Most the music on the radio is hitting about it,
or kicking about it, or ripping about it,

Most the verses in the game people are spitting about it,
Most the songs in the world people are talking about it,
Most the broken hearts I know are walking without it,
started to doubt it, lost without it,

Most the shadows in the dark have forgotten about it,
Everybody in the world would be tripping without it,
Every boy and every girl would be dead without it,
struggle without it, nothing without it,

Most the fingers that are drunk are dialling about it,
Most the people that are in it are smiling about it,
Most the people who have lost it are crying about it,
trying to get it back, or lying about it,

Most the pages that are filled are filled about it,
The tears that are spilled are spilled about it,
The people that have felt it are real about it,
A life without it would be lost without it,

When I'm in it and I feel it I am shouting about it,
Everybody in the whole world knowing about it,
When I’m hurt and broke down I be flowing about it,
going about it wrong, because I didn’t allow it,

Can’t a wound or scar heal without it,
Can’t the way that you feel be concealed about it,
Everybody has their own ideal about it,
dream about it, appeal about it,

So what’s the deal about it? Are you about it?
To know that life is a trip and unreal without it?
Everything that you feel is surreal about it,
But I’m just a writer, what can I reveal about it?

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones
Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born
The potential people who could have been here in my place
But who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara
Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton
We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA
So massively exceeds the set of actual people
And the teeth of those stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here
We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds
How dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state
From which the vast majority have never stirred?

If you're wrapped in a chain and thrown into an empty bathtub to drown a snorkel will not save you

The tallest trees rot, the brightest stars die. What could have been doesn't matter because the ending is the same. Don't focus on what will be, focus on what is now and make it how you want.

The true mind can weather all the lies and illusions without being lost. The true heart can tough the poison of hatred without being harmed. Since beginning-less time, darkness thrives in the void, but always yields to purifying light.

  • Lionturtle, Avatar: The Last Airbender

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries We have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life Within decades we must close our eyes again Isn't it a noble and enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun To work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it?