We are what we repeatedly do.
The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million ways to be a good one.
To achieve great things we must live as though we were never going to die.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.
There is still a difference between something and nothing, but it is purely geometrical and there is nothing behind the geometry.
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.