Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half of the people are right more than half the time.
There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun.
The keenest sorrow is to recognize ourselves as the sole cause of all our adversities.
We cannot deny the facts of nature, but we should certainly try to improve on them.
Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
I heard them shouting through the muffling canvas of the bag, and then I was being impersonally hauled to my feet by my wrists, my arms wrenched up behind my back, my shoulders screaming.