It’s so easy to see people as less than they are, as less than people.
I had a dream about you last night. Eons ago, we created a Universe, then sat back and watched miniature versions of ourselves try to make all the same mistakes we did.
Such a reader does not read for easy pleasure or to expiate social guilt, but to enlarge a solitary existence.
There is only one solitude, and it is great and is not easy to bear, and to almost everyone there come hours when they would gladly exchange it for some kind of communion, however banal and cheap, for the appearance of some slight harmony with the most easily available, with the most undeserving… . But perhaps those are just the hours when solitude grows; for its growing is painful like the growing of boys and sad like the beginning of Spring.
It was like that part of my life, was just gone. It was almost too easy, for something I once thought had meant everything.
Dogbert to Dilbert
“My invention can detect human stupidity. It has a very simple interface. All I do is point it at people.”
“Then what does it do?”
“Why would it need to do anything else?
I used to hammer away at the idea of simplicity.
In both fiction and non-fiction, there’s only one question and one answer. ‘What happened?’ the reader asks. ‘This is what happened,’ the writer responds. ‘This…and this…and this, too.’ Keep it simple. It’s the only sure way home.
It is easy for us to criticize the prejudices of our grandfathers, from which our fathers freed themselves. It is more difficult to search for prejudices among the beliefs and values we hold.
You may abuse your energy when you do not know what it is meant to help you carry. An undiscovered self is an easy way to rob the world of leadership impacts.
Getting weak is easy. It’s staying strong that makes you.