A Quote by Cassandra Clare

Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est — © Cassandra Clare
Facilis descensus Averno Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras Hoc opus labor est

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Therefore, a grotesque account of a period some thousands of years ago is taken seriously though it be built by piling special assumptions on special assumptions, ad hoc hypothesis [invented for a purpose] on ad hoc hypothesis, and tearing apart the fabric of science whenever it appears convenient. The result is a fantasia which is neither history nor science.
Scientia potentia est, sed parva; quia scientia egregia rara est, nec proinde apparens nisi paucissimis, et in paucis rebus. Scientiae enim ea natura est, ut esse intelligi non possit, nisi ab illis qui sunt scientia praediti.
That which leads us to the performance of duty by offering pleasure as its reward, is not virtue, but a deceptive copy and imitation of virtue. [Lat., Nam quae voluptate, quasi mercede aliqua, ad officium impellitur, ea non est virtus sed fallax imitatio simulatioque virtutis.]
This is the great evil in wine, it first seizes the feet; it is a cunning wrestler. [Lat., Magnum hoc vitium vino est, Pedes captat primum; luctator dolosu est.]
Virtue is the only and true nobility. [Lat., Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus.]
Rare is the union of beauty and purity. [Lat., Rara est adeo concordia formae Atque pudicitiae.]
Dura est manus cirurgi, sed sanans. The hand of the surgeon is hard, but healing.
There is no need of words; believe facts. [Lat., Non opus est verbis, credite rebus.]
Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
You know, the whole philosophy of ad hoc combinations has its strengths and its weaknesses.
Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from a completely ad hoc plot device.
It is not about the pasture of the sheep, but about their wool. [Lat., Non est de pastu ovium quaestio, sed de lana.]
Atque in pepetuum, frater, ave atque vale,” he whispered. The words of the poem had never seemed so fitting: Forever and ever, my brother, hail and farewell.
To disregard what the world thinks of us is not only arrogant but utterly shameless. [Lat., Negligere quid de se quisque sentiat, non solum arrogantis est, sed etiam omnino dissoluti.]
The answer I found is you stay away from the people who make fun of you, and you join these ad hoc groups who understand your craziness.
When your reasons for believing something are justified ad hoc, you are left susceptible to further discoveries undermining the rationale for that belief.
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