There is an applause superior to that of the multitudes: one's own.
Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
Best wide-angle lens? Two steps backward. Look for the 'ah-ha'.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
The great art of giving consists in this: the gift should cost very little and yet be greatly coveted, so that it may be the more highly appreciated.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.