Posted by: Gaetano Toffali
The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
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The difference between genius and stupidity is that genius has its limits.
Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.
There's a moving force stronger that steam, electricity and atomic energy: will.
It horrifies me when a beautiful mind is combined to a repugnant personality.
I don't demand to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me: love is knowing everything about someone, and wanting to be with him even more than with anybody else. Love is trusting to tell them everything about yourself, even all the things you could be embarassed about. Love is feeling at one's ease and safe with someone, but even more is feeling your legs give in when that someone walks into a room and smiles at you.
We can't expect things to change, if we continue doing the same things.
Crisis is the greatest blessing for people and nations, because crisis brings on progress.
Creativity is born from anxiety like the day is born from the dark night.
It's in crisis that inventive, discoveries and great strategies rise.
He who overcomes a crisis overcomes himself without being "Overcome".
He who blames his failures and difficulties to crisis, rapes his own talent and gives more importance to problems that to solutions.
The true crisis is the crisis of incompetence.
The inconvenience of people and Nations is the laziness in searching for solutions and exit routes.
Without crisis there aren't challenges, without challenges life is a routine, a slow agony.
Without crisis there is no merit.
It's in crisis that the best of us emerges, because without crisis all the winds are but slight breezes.
Talking of crisis means incrementing it and hushing in crisis means exalting conformism, instead, we work hard.
Let's stop it once and for all with the only dangerous crisis,
which is the tragedy of not wanting to fight to overcome it.
Logic takes you from a to b. Imagination takes you everywhere.
The scientist finds his reward in what Henri Poincar? calls the joy of comprehension, and not in the possibilities of application to which any discovery of his may lead.