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Your children make it impossible to regret your past. They're its finest fruits. Sometimes the only ones.
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To him who has thought, or done, or suffered much, the level days of his childhood seem at an immeasureable distance, far off as the age of chivalry, or as the line of Sesostris.
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Individually, museums are fine institutions, dedicated to the high values of preservation, education and truth; collectively, their growth in numbers points to the imaginative death of this country.
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Talk to strangers when the family fails and friends lead you astray when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay. 'Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms: in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm, and when you finally take the time to see what they’re about perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.
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Climbing for speed records will probably become more popular, a mania which has just begun. Climbers climb not just to see how fast and efficiently they can do it, but far worse, to see how much faster and more efficiently they are than a party which did the same climb a few days before. The climb becomes secondary, no more important than a racetrack. Man is pitted against man.
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The foolishness of faith is the winning ticket in life
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You can't build the bridge of trust with the scaffolding of lies and underhand deals
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My Dear Reader Chum, a very hearty hello to you. What an honour and privilege it is to have you perusing my written word.
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You learn new song until you're comfortable with it to where you can record it blindfolded, but then when it comes out on the record, you forget about those little nuances and those little things that you changed during the recording process. It's those spur-of-the-moment things you do that makes it an entirely new beast that you then again have to relearn.
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Facts - all facts - explain and confirm each other. They are only partially true until you link them together.
