Reads tagged with “philosophy”
Walt Whitman on Creativity
Wisdom “for strong artists and leaders — for fresh broods of teachers… and coming musicians.”
The Difficult Art of Giving Space in Love: Rilke on Freedom, Togetherness, and the Secret to a Good Marriage
“I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.”
Epictetus on Love and Loss: The Stoic Strategy for Surviving Heartbreak
“Who is good if he knows not who he is? and who knows what he is, if he forgets that things which have been made are perishable, and that it is not possible for one human being to be with another always?”
Walt Whitman on the “Meaning” of Art and How to Best Access the Poetic
“At its best, poetic lore is like what may be heard of conversation in the dusk, from speakers far or hid, of which we get only a few broken murmurs. What is not gather’d is far more — perhaps the main thing.”
Loneliness in Time: Physicist Freeman Dyson on Immigration and How Severing Our Connection to the Past Shallows Our Present and Hollows Our History
An antidote to today’s perilous self-expatriation from history.
Philosopher Martin Buber on How Learning to Look at Trees Teaches Us to See Each Other More Clearly
“Let no attempt be made to sap the strength from the meaning of the relation: relation is mutual.”
Against the Illusion of Separateness: Pablo Neruda’s Beautiful and Humanistic Nobel Prize Acceptance Speech
“There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance…”
Van Gogh on the Beauty of Sorrow and the Enchantment of Storms, in Nature and in Life
“Oh, there must be a little bit of air, a little bit of happiness, but chiefly to let the form be felt, to make the lines of the silhouette speak. But let the whole be sombre.”
Polish Poet and Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska on Great Love
“Great love is never justified. It’s like the little tree that springs up in some inexplicable fashion on the side of a cliff: where are its roots, what does it feed on, what miracle produces those green leaves?”
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