Ok. I am going to say something here. I’m itching to buy a couple of clothing that I know I don’t need from out of the country. This means more money will go towards shipping but I’m thinking about it nonetheless. I’ve been at it the whole day (now that I have more time in my hands and ignoring the garage clutter), I’m just a click away from buying. For the record, it’s a local brand that I love from my home country and surprised that they do international shipping. I know I don’t need them, and I’ve been hesitating, but the urge. Oh my the urge! I will fight this! I can fight this! Pardon my post, I feel the need to let it out.
The book was written by Voltaire, and his character named Zadig, got it in one scope.
Excerpt from Zadig, Book of Faith (Voltaire)
“What, of all things in the world,
is the longest and the shortest,
the swiftest and the slowest,
the most divisible and the most extended,
the most neglected and the most regretted,
without which nothing can be done,
which devours all that is little and enlivens all that is great?”
Nothing is longer, since it is the measure of eternity.
Nothing is shorter, since it is insufficient for the accomplishment of our projects.
Nothing is more slow to him that expects; nothing more rapid to him that enjoys.
In greatness, it extends to infinity; in smallness, it is infinitely divisible.
All men neglect it; all regret the loss of it; nothing can be done without it.
It consigns to oblivion whatever is unworthy of being transmitted to posterity,
and it immortalizes such actions as are truly great.
“If you don’t try at anything, you can’t fail…it takes back bone to lead the life you want.”
“Being alone has nothing to do with how many people are around.”
“You want to play house, you got to have a job. You want to play very nice house, very sweet house, then you got to have a job you don’t like. Great. This is the way ninety-eight-point-nine per cent of the people work things out, so believe me, buddy, you’ve got nothing to apologize for.”
“People did change, and a change could be a bloom as well as a withering…”
“Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city and deadly dull homes in the suburbs. Economic circumstances might force you to live in this environment, but the important thing was to keep from being contaminated. The important thing, always, was to remember who you were.”