Vanessa didn't like it, but I figured a cop wasn't going to stop for a kid waving his hat in the street, not that day. They just might stop if they saw Darryl bleeding there, though. I argued briefly with her and Darryl settled it by lurching to his feet and dragging himself down toward Market Street.
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
He who labors diligently need never despair; for all things are accomplished by diligence and labor.
The only difference between a rut and a grave... is in their dimensions.
I ran the wrong kind of business, but I did it with integrity.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
In America, through pressure of conformity, there is freedom of choice, but nothing to choose from.