Every mental pursuit takes its reality and worth from the ardour of the pursuer.
Everything of mine is permeated with my love of ideas-both big and small. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it grabs me and holds me, facinates me. And then I'll run out and something about it... I write for fun.
I'm attracted to intelligence and creativity and passion - and not necessarily the romantic kind. I want to learn from someone who is greedy for information and light and laughter and the whole world. Someone who celebrates their days and finds inspiration in what other people accomplish.
The more I learn, the more excited I get.
It's much more important to be interested than to be interesting.
My mother says that my father truly enjoyed having a son. My two-years-younger twin sisters felt that he didn't quite know how to enjoy them. But I wasn't aware of those things then. So many of my childhood memories involve him. All the excursions into science were shaped by his knowledge and enthusiasm.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach
Learn a little of anything, and you're ready to proselytize.
