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“Truth is like poetry.
And most people fucking hate poetry.”
― Adam McKay, The Big Short: A Screenplay

“For the first time I examined myself with a seriously practical purpose. And there I found what appalled me; a zoo of lusts, a bedlam of ambitions, a nursery of fears, a harem of fondled hatreds. My name was legion.”
― C.S. Lewis, Surprised by Joy: The Shape of My Early Life

“मेरे अधरों पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न तुलसी-दल, प्याला, मेरी जिह्वा पर हो अन्तिम वस्तु न गंगाजल, हाला, मेरे शव के पीछे चलने- वालो, याद इसे रखना— ‘राम नाम है सत्य’ न कहना, कहना ‘सच्ची मधुशाला”
― Harivansh Rai Bachchan, मधुशाला

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”
― Henry David Thoreau