Know the world for what it is as well as it knows you: The world is not a cradle, a nursery, or a playground: it is a testing ground for those who can survive its testing conditions.
Storytellers like very much to tell us “the story of life”
in a condensed form; but this is not life, this is just another point of view
on living a life, as life “is another story”.
Humour brings us together and divides us; anything else
confuses us too much.
Too much choice is constrictive, which is not to say too
little choice is constructive.
When echoes of reality begin to echo in your ears, you
probably need a reality check.
One day the copyists will lead the world from behind, but
not this day.
Our memories are made from those things we cannot possibly
forget, but perhaps should try.
Humanity: trivial beings with a very short shelf life.
Oddness is in us, and especially round the edges of our
beings.
Rejection has something of a direction in it: to divest the
rejected rejecter of a nuisance to himself.
Knowing the malicious nature of some others (some of whom
may even dislike you “on principle”) should not change your own, as you should
already be prepared for that.
We are all faulty, so we don’t have to worry about that sort
of thing too much anyway.
What is weird cannot be tolerated in human society, but at
least it can be observed as a form of “mass observation”.
The place where you live your life governs your perceptions:
there is always room for manoeuvre there.
Perhaps the saddest thing you can say about anybody is that
he is good at what he does… but only perhaps.
We look down our noses upon those who look down on us,
probably because we can never fully conform to their exacting standards of
behaviour when it regards our own.
