I guess we'd be living in a boring, perfect world if everybody wished everybody else well.
A man can do all things if he but wills them.
The man who has nothing to boast of but his illustrious ancestry is like the potato - the best part under ground.
We rocked to a stop still on a downslope.
I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.