Гей ъгълче
J’ai personnellement plus de plaisir à comprendre les hommes qu’à les juger.
Stefan Zweig,Vingt-quatre heures de la vie d’une femme (via noir—absolu)
Yes, there were two great groups of dogs wrangling for the bitch-goddess: the group of the flatterers, those who offered her amusement, stories, films, plays: and the other, much less showy, much more savage breed, those who gave her meat, the real substance of money. The well-groomed showy dogs of amusement wrangled and snarled among themselves for the favours of the bitch-goddess. But it was nothing to the silent fight-to-the-death among the indispensables, the bone-bringers.
For those who don’t know, the “bitch-goddess” in the previous text is ‘success’. From my current reading, D. H. Lawrence, “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”
All you need is ignorance and confidence and the success is sure.
Mark Twain (via robscharf)
Le chaos se marie si bien avec la joie de vivre
Lu dans « Léon l’Africain » d’Amin Maalouf


It is the work of US writer and poet Alice Duer Miller, who produced several similar pieces for her column in the New York Tribune


Here is a transcript of the text:

  1. BECAUSE man’s place is the armory.
  2. Because no really manly man wants to settle any question otherwise…



I just can’t get over the emotion evident on his face here.

To think that…when he visited Carl in his office at Cornell as an applicant and Carl reached back, grabbed one of his books, signed it, and handed it to him…that one day, all too soon, Carl would be gone. And that he, Neil, would be called upon to host a Cosmos reboot.

Oh, the feels, the feels, the sciencey feels!

Related: Neil deGrasse Tyson on Cosmos, science literacy, and his relationship with Carl Sagan regarding how it impacted his life and career.


A look at photographs from Dianne Yudelson’s series “Antique Aviary,” a collection of bird portraits: http://nyr.kr/1f1OcoI

“Chilean Flamingos”


A look at photographs from Dianne Yudelsons series “Antique Aviary,” a collection of bird portraits: http://nyr.kr/1f1OcoI

“Chilean Flamingos”

You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
Oscar Wilde (via observando)