I am free of all prejudice. I hate everyone equally.
Now is the time for all good men to come to.
The car skidded to a stop just in front of me, and I jumped back and lost my balance and ended up on the road.
Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I'm doing.
I felt the doors open near me, and then saw a confusion of booted feet moving close by.
You cannot run away from a weakness; you must sometimes fight it out or perish. And if that be so, why not now, and where you stand?
Is love supposed to last throughout all time, or is it like trains changing at random stops. If I loved her, how could I leave her? If I felt that way then, how come I don't feel anything now?