university

Your comfort zone is a place where you keep yourself in a self-illusion and nothing can grow there but your potentiality can grow only when you can think and grow out of that zone.

What else can I do? Once you've gone this far you aren't fit for anything else. Something happens to your mind. You're overqualified, overspecialized, and everybody knows it. Nobody in any other game would be crazy enough to hire me. I wouldn't even make a good ditch-digger, I'd start tearing apart the sewer-system, trying to pick-axe and unearth all those chthonic symbols - pipes, valves, cloacal conduits... No, no. I'll have to be a slave in the paper-mines for all time.

Historical gap is created due to missing written records.

The greatest literature is the Biblical stories.

Upon reading, great stories by Great Spirits, the glorious inspiration penetrated our soul; we can__ help but to shed tears. It was a soul soothing and a deep spiritual awaken.

Life consists of books.

There are times when wisdom cannot be found in the chambers of parliament or the halls of academia but at the unpretentious setting of the kitchen table.

Adversity quickens the mind, awakens the spirit and strength the soul.

Might not too much investment in teaching Shelley mean falling behind our economic competitors? But there is no university without humane inquiry, which means that universities and advanced capitalism are fundamentally incompatible. And the political implications of that run far deeper than the question of student fees.

lectures broke into one's day and were clearly a terrible waste of time, necessary no doubt if you were reading law or medicine or some other vocational subject, but in the case of English, the natural thing to do was talk a lot, listen to music, drink coffee and wine, read books, and go to plays, perhaps be in plays_

History has been stolen from us and replaced with guilt inducing lies.

...Come on let__ see the degree._ Katherine unrolled her scroll displaying a long declaration in Latin affixed with a red seal proclaiming her a Master of Art. __magine working for years to obtain a piece of paper we can hardly read _ Katherine joked. __nd to officially declare you have talent _ Suzy returned.

Ah college years, those were the days. Pure freedom ... leaving home for the first time_the parties_"What about the tutorials, the lectures, the large building with all the books called the __ibrary_?___s that what those were?_ Gerry blithely replied.

Where do you find a stomach on a Thursday afternoon in Reno? "Chinatown?" suggests someone. "Costco?" "Butcher Boys." Tracy pulls his phone from a pocket. "Hello, I'm from the university" - the catchall preamble for unorthodox inquiries.

University's like this little world, a bubble of time separate from everything before and everything after.

We find paradise in every library and bookshop.

All the great treasures of life are hidden in a book.

It is a healthy approach not to expect persons to turn out precisely how you would have wished.