Memory feeds imagination.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
To do anything truly worth doing, I must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in with gusto and scramble through as well as I can.
Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.
Have patience awhile; slanders are not long-lived. Truth is the child of time; erelong she shall appear to vindicate thee.
If men could only know each other, they would neither idolize nor hate.
Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.