Largely inspired by <http://worrydream.com/#!/quotes>.

> The best way to measure how much you've grown isn't by inches or the
> number of laps you can now run around the track, or even your grade
> point average - though those things are important, to be sure. It's
> what you've done with your time, how you've chosen to spend your days,
> and whom you've touched this year. That, to me, is the greatest
> measure of success.
>
> — Unknown

> A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at
> night, and in between he does what he wants to do.
>
> — Bob Dylan

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> What's the greater risk - letting go of what people think or letting
> go of how I feel, what I believe and who I am?
>
> — Brene Brown, [src](https://blog.matsu.io/on-leaving)

> I would like this to signal the end of "wasted angst" in my life: I’ve
> never regretted anything so much as having particular individual
> worries, in a certain sense anachronistic ones, whereas general
> worries, worries about our time (or at any rate those that can be
> reduced to such: like your problem in paying the rent, for instance)
> are so many and so vast and so much "my own" that I feel they are
> enough to fill all my "worryability" and even my interest and
> enjoyment in living. So from now on I want to dedicate myself entirely
> to these latter (worries) — but I am already aware of the traps in
> this question and that's why for some time now my first need has been
> to "de-journalistize" myself, to get myself out of the stranglehold
> that has dominated these last few years of my life, reading books to
> review immediately, commenting on something even before having to time
> to form an opinion on it. I want to build a new kind of daily program
> for myself where I can finally get into something, something
> definitive (within the limits of historical possibility), something
> not dishonest or insincere (unlike the way today’s journalist always
> behaves, more or less). For that reason I make several plans for
> myself: … to maintain my contacts with reality and the world, but
> being careful, of course, not to get lost in unnecessary activities;
> and also to set up my own individual work not as a "journalist" any
> more but as a "scholar," with systematic readings, notes, comments,
> notebooks, a load of things I've never done; and also, eventually, to
> write a novel.
>
> — Calvino

> "At midnight, alone on the shore. One moment more and then I shall set
> sail. The sky itself has weighed anchor, with all its stars, like
> those ships which at this very hour gleam throughout the world with
> all their lights and illuminate dark harbour waters. Space and silence
> weigh equally upon the heart. A sudden love, a great work, a decisive
> act, a thought which transfigures, all these at certain moments bring
> the same unbearable anxiety, linked with an irresistible charm. Is
> living like this in the delicious anguish of being, in exquisite
> proximity to a danger whose name we do not know the same as rushing to
> our doom? Once again, without respite, let us go.
>
> I have always felt that I was living on the high seas, threatened, at
> the heart of a royal happiness."
>
> — Camus, standing before the sea of Algiers.

> "Debugging is twice as hard as writing the code in the first place.
> Therefore, if you write the code as cleverly as possible, you are, by
> definition, not smart enough to debug it." — Brian W. Kernighan and P.
> J. Plauger

> “It is an act of cowardice to seek from (or to wish to give) the
> people we love any other consolation than that which works of art give
> us. These help us through the mere fact that they exist. To love and
> to be loved only serves mutually to render this existence more
> concrete, more constantly present to the mind." — [Gravity and
> Grace](https://www.amazon.com/Gravity-Grace-Routledge-Classics-41/dp/0415290015)

> I no longer love blue skies. In fact, I now prefer grey skies. The
> drones do not fly when the skies are grey.