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Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates
“Excellence is an art won by training and habituation: we do not act rightly because we have virtue or excellence, but we rather have these because we have acted rightly; “these virtues are formed in man by his doing the actions”; we are what we repeatedly do.”
― On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life Through Great Books
― On Reading Well: Finding the Good Life Through Great Books
“the followers of the easy life will never extend freedom in today's world; they won't even keep it for themselves.”
― The Juvenilization of American Christianity
― The Juvenilization of American Christianity
“What's the bravest thing you ever did?
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.”
― The Road
He spat in the road a bloody phlegm. Getting up this morning, he said.”
― The Road
“What good is intellectual life? It is a refuge from distress; a reminder of one’s dignity; a source of insight and understanding; a garden in which human aspiration is cultivated; a hollow of a wall to which one can temporarily withdraw from the current controversies to gain a broader perspective, to remind oneself of one’s universal human heritage. All this makes clear at the least that it is an essential good for human beings, even if one good among others.”
― Lost in Thought: The Hidden Pleasures of an Intellectual Life
― Lost in Thought: The Hidden Pleasures of an Intellectual Life
“In the morning they came up out of the ravine and took to the road again. He'd carved the boy a flute from a piece of roadside cane and he took it from his coat and gave it to him. The boy took it wordlessly. After a while he fell back and after a while the man could hear him playing. A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called up from out of the ashes of its ruin. The man turned and looked back at him. He was lost in concentration. The man thought he seemed some sad and solitary changeling child announcing the arrival of a traveling spectacle in shire and village who does not know that behind him the players have all been carried off by wolves.”
― The Road
― The Road
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