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.
For visions come not to polluted eyes.
Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.