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       5 of 8 from Rob Kall's personal Quotation database   Return to Quotations Central              Improvement makes straight roads; but     the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.   William Blake        It is one of the prime glories of the human mind that the     same idea or experience is never absorbed in precisely the same way by any two individuals     who may be exposed to it.   In this sense, each human being is a process-- a filtering     process of retention or rejection, absorption or loss. The process gives him     individuality. It determines whether he justifies the gift of human life or whether he     lives or dies without having been affected by the beauty of wonder and the wonder of     beauty, without having had any real awareness of kinship or human fulfillment.   There is a question, however, whether any individual is     capable of recognizing and defining the essence of his own individuality. Can a camera     photograph itself? In a mirror perhaps, but even the mirror sees only the outside of the     box. A mind that attempts to perceive itself uses the tools of language and logic. But the     material with which it deals is beyond mere words or reason. The marrow of human thought     or personality eludes its own product, human analysis-- even with the most advanced     scientific instrumentation.   The essential philosophic quest in the world is for     integration-- which is to say, the need to bring together rational philosophy, spiritual     belief, scientific knowledge, personal experience, and direct observation into an organic     whole.   Norman Cousins, The Celebration of Life        There never was in the world two opinions alike, no more     than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.   Montaigne, Of the Resemblance of Children     to Their Fathers        The ae half of the world thinks thither daft.   Scott, Red gauntlet         If we are to achieve a richer culture, rich in     contrasting values, we must recognize the whole gamut of human potentialities, and so     weave a less arbitrary social fabric, one in which each diverse human gift will find a     fitting place.    MARGARET MEAD 
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