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Do not pull the flesh away from the sitting bones, as this will overexpose the hamstring attachments at their most vulnerable place.

— Teaching yoga by Mark Stephens

Happiness is a hard master—particularly other people’s happiness. A much harder master, if one isn’t conditioned to accept it unquestioningly, than truth.”

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

One of the principal functions of a friend is to suffer (in a milder and symbolic form) the punishments that we should like, but are unable, to inflict upon our enemies.

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

The greater a man’s talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better that one should suffer than that many should be corrupted.

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

“And that,” put in the Director sententiously, “that is the secret of happiness and virtue—liking what you’ve got to do. All conditioning aims at that: making people like their un-escapable social destiny.”

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

“Was and will make me ill,” she quoted, “I take a gramme and only am.”

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

“Because it is idiotic. Writing when there’s nothing to say …”

— Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

If people had wheels and could fly, how would we differentiate them from airplanes? —Anonymous

— What if? by Randall Munroe

Some people find it helpful to read pointer declarations right to left, e.g., to read const char * const p as "p is a constant pointer to constant chars."

— Effective C++ by Scott Meyers, Scott Meyers

"did you too learn that secret from the river: that there is no time?" Vasudeva's face was filled with a bright smile. "Yes, Siddhartha," he spoke. "It is this what you mean, isn't it: that the river is everywhere at once, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?"

— Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse

everything always becomes a bit different, as soon as it is put into words, gets distorted a bit,

— Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse