Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
I have always felt that a politician is to be judged by the animosities he excites among his opponents.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
Neither did the cop car that went past, nor the firetruck, nor the next three cop-cars.
There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way.
When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers.