We sometimes have a flash of understanding that amounts to the insight of genius, and yet it slowly … - Robert Musil

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Life always gives us exactly the teacher we need at every moment. This includes every mosquito, every misfortune, every red light, every traffic jam, every obnoxious supervisor (or employee), every illness, every loss, every moment of joy or depression, every addiction, every piece of garbage, every breath. Every moment is the guru.

Robert Musil

We sometimes have a flash of understanding that amounts to the insight of genius, and yet it slowly withers, even in our hands - like a flower. The form remains, but the colours and the fragrance are gone.

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In their field they [mathematicians] do what we ought to be doing in ours. Therein lies the significant lesson. . . of their existence. They are an analogy for the intellectual of the future.

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It is, all in all, a historic error to believe that the master makes the school; the students make it!

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. . . the structure of a page of good prose is, analyzed logically, not something frozen but the vibrating of a bridge, which changes with every step one takes on it.

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