It is nobler to declare oneself wrong than to insist on being right - especially when one is right.
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.
Nothing is said that has not been said before.
Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever.
The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
We've got to get my friend to a hospital --"
Go often to the house of thy friend; for weeds soon choke up the unused path.