It had only one fault. It was kind of lousy.
Fresh clean sheets are one of life's small joys.
We are what we repeatedly do.
The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn?t hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
If God had wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates.
None are so busy as the fool and knave.