I prefer the company of peasants because they have not been educated sufficiently to reason incorrectly.
I'd never looked down the barrel of a gun before, but everything you've heard about the experience is true.
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.
Life is consciousness.
If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it; blame yourself, tell yourself that you are not poet enough to call forth its riches.
We've got to get my friend to a hospital --"
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.