I was sick of cars driving right past me.
At the mention of the word mace, the guy looked scared and kind of melted back, though the crowd kept him moving forward.
I despise the pleasure of pleasing people that I despise.
There is an alchemy in sorrow. It can be transmuted into wisdom, which, if it does not bring joy, can yet bring happiness.
Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.