bolhom
ponedjeljak, 26.04.2010.
Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
There is nothing more dreadful than imagination without taste.
A rumor without a leg to stand on will get around some other way.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
Get away from the crowd when you can. Keep yourself to yourself, if only for a few hours daily.
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.
I daresay one profits more by the mistakes one makes off one's own bat than by doing the right thing on somebody's else advice.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
