When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!'
A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory.
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
I feel very strongly that change is good because it stirs up the system.
Seize opportunity by the beard, for it is bald behind.