“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery – always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What’s this passion for?” – Virginia Woolf – Last year the field of neuroscience made...
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“We continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.” – Albert Camus – It’s the last Monday of the 2010’s and a whole bunch of people are about to make a whole...
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“But it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in the most humorous sadness.” – William Shakespeare – Reflecting...
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