Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
The world tolerates conceit from those who are successful, but not from anybody else.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people who are convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference after another.
I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."
Who were these clowns?
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?
Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare.