There isn’t an end point to excellence where you have it and you can stop. Being your best self means keeping on trying.
Let’s pursue excellence together. Let’s make art. Let’s build the future. Let’s be our best selves.
There’s a way that money is freedom, but it isn’t money, it’s that money stands for having a choice.
I knew what death meant now. It was conversations cut off.
In reality, while we aim for excellence, we’re always living on somebody’s dunghill.
Things need to be worth doing for themselves, not just for practice for some future time.
You can’t trust everything that ass Plato wrote,” Sokrates said.
I am small, but sometimes I am a small part of great things.
There will always be some who see excellence and envy it instead of striving to emulate it.
What was interesting was seeing how much of it could work, how much it really would maximize justice, and how it was going to fail. We could learn a lot from that.
Good,” I said. “And we will do the same. But I miss him. I miss him like I miss Mother. Of course we’ll honor their memory, and of course their souls have gone on to new lives, but I hadn’t finished talking to them in this life.” I knew what death meant now. It was conversations cut off.
They want me to do something, and I’ll do it, or I won’t do it, and it’ll work or not, and I’ll survive or not.
Nothing mortal can last. At best it can leave legends that can bear fruit in later ages.
I will laugh about this one day, I told myself. I will laugh about it with people so clever and sophisticated I can’t imagine them properly now.
I like her. She’s restful.
You don’t want anything from them except for them to exist and you to see them sometimes and talk to them, and maybe for them to like you back.
What do you want to be, free or happy? How about if they really are mutually exclusive options? What is freedom anyway? How does humanity govern itself when each person can have anything they want? How does humanity govern itself when nothing is natural?
You feel what you feel, and I feel what I feel, but that doesn’t mean you have to fit us into a story and wreck both our lives.
It isn’t really magic, except that it is. It’s not magic that reaches into the world ands changes things. It’s all inside my body. I thought, sitting there, that everything is magic. Using things connects them to you, being in the world connects you to the world, the sun streams down magic and people and animals and plants grow from sunlight and the world turns and everything is magic.
In the end, I sold my soul.” he had said, and Abby had replied “That wasn’t the end.