Cold Spring
“All this world of ours is nothing but a speck of mildew, which has grown up on a tiny planet. And for us to suppose we can have something great — ideas, work — it’s all dust and ashes”.
Konstantin Dmitrič Lèvin
The measure of Ego
“A man is like a fraction whose numerator is what he is and whose denominator is what he thinks of himself. The larger the denominator, the smaller the fraction”.
Lev Tolstoj
Images and Imagination
“We seem to reinvent our memories, and in doing so, we become the person of our own imagination”.
Elizabeth Loftus