Life is consciousness.
I had no idea how much of this was making it through the muffling bag.
Genius is one per cent inspiration, ninety-nine per cent perspiration.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
We are what we repeatedly do.
Good habits, which bring our lower passions and appetites under automatic control, leave our natures free to explore the larger experiences of life.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.