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.
Never help a child with a task at which he feels he can succeed.
I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches.
Exercise ferments the humors, casts them into their proper channels, throws off redundancies, and helps nature in those secret distributions, without which the body cannot subsist in its vigor, nor the soul act with cheerfulness.
After the last of 16 mounting screws has been removed from an access cover, it will be discovered that the wrong access cover has been removed.
It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.