A wise man can see more from the bottom of a well than a fool can from a mountain top .
I used to think that the brain was the most wonderful organ in my body. Then I realized who was telling me this.
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 like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
It is not much for its beauty that makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.