The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
Let us so live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
Get pleasure out of life...as much as you can. Nobody ever died from pleasure.
It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
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.
I cried out and my own voice was muffled by the hood.