There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.
Choose the life that is most useful, and habit will make it the most agreeable.
The most beautiful adventures are not those we go to seek.
How could you be a Great Man if history brought you no Great Events, or brought you to them at the wrong time, too young, too old?
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.
I am not sincere, even when I say I am not.
You freeze where you are, time stops, and your heart thunders in your ears.