Teleios Society Quotes & Sayings

Another way of approaching the thing is to consider it unnamed, unnameable. — Francis Ponge

Of all the apocalypses in all the world - she had walked into his. — Mari Mancusi

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul. — Christian Nestell Bovee

In order to achieve to achieve positive results, one must work for them, not hope for them — Bobby Knight

A wife is not a man's shadow or subordinate, but his other self, his "helper," in a sense which no other creature on earth can be. — Joseph Hertz

The very old do not succomb to disease-they implode their way into eternity. (How We Die) — Sherwin B. Nuland

Knowing what you admire in others is a wonderful mirror into your deepest, as yet unborn, self. — Gretchen Rubin

I believe in art. — Teller

He that condemns himself to compose on a stated day will often bring to his task attention dissipated, a memory embarrassed, an imagination overwhelmed, a mind distracted with anxieties, a body languishing with disease: he will labour on a barren topic till it is too late to change it; or, in the ardour of invention, diffuse his thoughts into wild exuberance, which the pressing hour of publication cannot suffer judgment to examine or reduce. — Samuel Johnson

It struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason. — John Keats

The scientist in me worries that my happiness is nothing more than a symptom of bipolar disease, hypergraphia from a postpartum disorder. The rest of me thinks that artificially splitting off the scientist in me from the writer in me is actually a kind of cultural bipolar disorder, one that too many of us have. The scientist asks how I can call my writing vocation and not addiction. I no longer see why I should have to make that distinction. I am addicted to breathing in the same way. I write because when I don't, it is suffocating. I write because something much larger than myself comes into me that suffuses the page, the world, with meaning. Although I constantly fear that what I am writing teeters at the edge of being false, this force that drives me cannot be anything but real, or nothing will ever be real for me again. — Alice Weaver Flaherty

MASHA: Isn't there some meaning?
TOOZENBACH: Meaning? ... Look out there, it's snowing. What's the meaning of that? — Anton Chekhov

Don't find fault, find a remedy; anybody can complain — Henry Ford