For those taking the CFA with me and other exams in June…best of luck and here are some gems (taken from the Literary Quotes site):
“What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither’d field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.”
-William Blake (from the poem “The Price of Experience”)
“To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s.”
-Fyodor Dostoevsky “Crime and Punishment”
‘Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.’
– Glade Byron Addams
‘Perserverence is the hard work that you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did.’
– Newt Gingrich
I will not cease from mental fight…until we have built Jerusalem.
— Wm Blake
And another unrelated quote which I personally love:
“There are such strange things buried down in the unconscious. A lust for power – a lust for cruelty – a savage desire to tear and rend… They are all there, Miss King, all the cruelty and savagery and lust… We shut the door on them and deny them conscious life, but sometimes they are too strong.”
–Appointment with Death, Agatha Christie
I love Agatha Christie. I began reading Christie when I was 7 (it was the most appealing to a primary school child, complete with murderous scorpions, cynanide, British warmen, and the like.) She’s really better than you think, Irving! I still enjoy reading an old Christie every now and then.
“…when one day Rambert told him that he liked waking up at four in the morning of his beloved Paris, the doctor guessed easily enough, basing this on his own experience, that that was his favourite time for conjuring up pictures of the woman from whom he now was parted. This was, indeed, the hour when he could feel surest she was wholly his. Till four in the morning one is seldom doing anything and at that hour, even if the night has been a night of betrayal, one is asleep. Yes, everyone sleeps at that hour, and this is reassuring, since the great longing of an unquiet heart is to possess constantly and consciously the loved one, or, failing that, to be able to plunge the loved one, when a time of absence intervenes, into a dreamless sleep timed to last unbroken until the day they meet again.”
– The Plague, Camus
For one of my book exchanges, I gave the girl my old second copy of The Plague by Albert Camus. Albert Camus’s writing is unforgettable, and I was first introduced to him by an old dear friend who had read the same version in french. Camus is the first I think of who is the best in his field for existentialist writing, together with Sartre, and the like. I was depressed for weeks after starting on Camus, but then again, the truth is always quite unpleasant!