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“Words spoken from spite corrode hearts, especially for the one talking.”

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“Something else gets under your skin, keeps you working days and nights at the sacrifice of your sleeping and eating and attention to your family and friends, something beyond the love of puzzle solving. And that other force is the anticipation of understanding something about the world that no one has ever understood before you. Einstein wrote that when he first realized that gravity was equivalent to acceleration -- an idea that would underlie his new theory of gravity -- it was the "happiest thought of my life." On projects of far smaller weight, I have experienced that pleasure of discovering something new. It is an exquisite sensation, a feeling of power, a rush of the blood, a sense of living forever. To be the first vessel to hold this new thing. All of the scientists I've known have at least one more quality in common: they do what they do because they love it, and because they cannot imagine doing anything else. In a sense, this is the real reason a scientist does science. Because the scientist must. Such a compulsion is both blessing and burden. A blessing because the creative life, in any endeavor, is a gift filled with beauty and not given to everyone, a burden because the call is unrelenting and can drown out the rest of life. This mixed blessing and burden must be why the astrophysicist Chandrasekhar continued working until his mid-80's, why a visitor to Einstein's apartment in Bern found the young physicist rocking his infant with one hand while doing mathematical calculations with the other. This mixed blessing and burden must have been the "sweet hell" that Walt Whitman referred to when he realized at a young age that he was destined to be a poet. "Never more," he wrote, "shall I escape.”

“ការសេពគប់ ៖ ពាក្យបុរាណពោលថា "គប់បណ្ឌិត កុំគប់ពាល" ក្នុងជីវិតពិត បុគ្គលដែលយើងសេពគប់ រាប់ទាំងអ្នកក្រៅនិងអ្នកដែលយើងជួបមុខរាល់ថ្ងៃ សុទ្ធតែមានពីរប្រភេទ។ ប្រភេទទី១ ជាអ្នកជួយបង្កើតរឿងល្អៗដល់យើង ជួយឲ្យយើងចម្រើនទាំងប្រាជ្ញាស្មារតី ប្រភេទទី២ ជាអ្នកដែលព្យាយាមកាត់បន្ថយថាមពលពីខ្លួនអ្នកគ្រប់ពេលវេលា កាត់បន្ថយកម្លាំងចិត្ត សតិអារម្មណ៍ ឬអូសទាញអ្នកឲ្យដើរថយក្រោយ ឬចាំបំផ្លិចបំផ្លាញអ្នក។ វាអាចជារឿងអាត្មានិយមបន្តិចដែលថា ជោគជ័យឬបរាជ័យរបស់បុគ្គលម្នាក់ៗបើពិនិត្យរកមើលដើមហេតុមើលទៅ យើងនឹងរកឃើញថា វារីកចម្រើនទៅមុខឬថយក្រោយ ព្រោះតែបុគ្គលសំខាន់ៗដែលគេសេពគប់នោះឯង។”

“So discretion was the by-word. They would take meant only when the hunger became crippling, and only then victims who were unlikely to be missed. They would refrain from infecting others, so as no to advertise their presence. if one was found, no other would risk exposure by going to his aid. Hard laws o live by, but not as hard as the consequences of breaking them. The rest was patience, and they were well used to that. Their liberator would come eventually, if they could only survive the wait. Few had any clue as to the shape he'd come in. But all knew his name. Cabal, he was called. Who Unmade Midian. Their prayers were full of him. On the next wind, let him come. If not now, then tomorrow. They might not have prayed so passionately had they known what a sea change his coming would bring. They might not have prayed at all had the know they prayed to themselves. But these were revelations for a later day. For now, they had simpler concerns. Keeping the children from the roofs at night, the bereaved from crying out too loud, the young in summer from falling in love with the human. It was a life.”

Book:Cabal