For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast. And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. — So We’ll Go No More a Roving
Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony.
There are a couple of ways to avoid death, one of them is to be magnificent, this is my favourite way.
No one knows what’s next, but everybody does it.
Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide.
There are times, however, and this is one of them when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love … Continued
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Nothing great in the world has been accomplished without passion.