Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
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.
Van was screaming something and Jolu was shouting and I looked at them for a second and that was when someone put a coarse.
I lived what most people call the good life. I was happy, but deep inside I always felt that, with the short amount of time we are given to live and love in this world, we spend too much time loving things instead of people.
Never does the human soul appear so strong and noble as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.
That man is the richest whose pleasures are the cheapest.
But be, as you have been, my happiness...