Literature Writing Art

No, I don’t like work. I had rather laze about and think of all the fine things that can be done. I don’t like work – no man does – but I like what is in the work, - the chance to find yourself. Your own reality – for yourself, not for others – what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness

Il faut travailler, sinon par goût, au moins par désespoir, puisque, tout bien vérifié, travailler est moins ennuyeux que s'amuser.
Charles Baudelaire, Mon Coeur mis à Nu

Une forte vie intérieure se suffit à elle-même, et ferait fondre vingt ans de banquise.
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Voyage au Bout de la Nuit

Plus je vieillis, plus j'ai d'avenir.
Léon Bloy, L'Invendable

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Conviction is a good motive, but a bad judge.
Albert Einstein

Death's gotta be easy, cos live is hard.
50 Cent

Much that passes as idealism is disguised hatred or disguised love of power.
Bertrand Russell

Tricks and treachery are the practice of fools that don't have brains enough to be honest.
Benjamin Franklin

It is better to sail with a moody good captain than a laughing bad one.
Hermann Melville, Moby Dick

Covenants, without the sword, are but words and of no strength to secure a man at all.
Thomas Hobbes

A hundred mad dogs of heresy have worried man from the beginning; but it was always the dog that died.
G.K. Chesterton

Blame no one. expect nothing. do something.
Bill Parcells

When a software engineer says it's impossible, that really just means it's cryptographically interesting.
Moti Yung

Human nature makes us dependent on the opinion of others in a way that is completely out of proportion to its value.
Arthur Schopenhauer

Happiness is not mostly pleasure; it's mostly victories.
Harry Emerson Fosdick

Hombre culto es aquel para quien nada carece de interés y casi todo de importancia.
Nicolás Gómez Dávila

You dont know anything till it gets here. You told me once that maybe the end of the road has nothing to do with the road. Maybe it doesnt even know there’s been a road.
Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger