This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

This world, after all our science and sciences, is still a miracle; wonderful, inscrutable, magical and more, to whosoever will think of it.

Thomas Carlyle
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Today I Caught myself smiling for no reason then I realize I was thinking about you.

Everything ends. but my heart still whispers, does it have to?

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune.

Education is not the learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think.

Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.

Today I Caught myself smiling for no reason then I realize I was thinking about you.

Everything ends. but my heart still whispers, does it have to?

Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, Something is out of tune.

Education is not the learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think.

Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

There’s a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth.