Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
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.
The man who is swimming against the stream knows the strength of it.
Man is distinguished from all other creatures by the faculty of laughter.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.
The better part of valor is discretion, in the which better part I have saved my life.
Every man, wherever he goes, is encompassed by a cloud of comforting convictions, which move with him like flies on a summer day.