No man remains quite what he was when he recognizes himself.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find - at the age of 50, say - that a whole new life has opened before you.
Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
Photographers do this for a living, every single day -- they point their lenses toward every single corner of our world and somehow make the mundane mesmerizing through their artistic eye. It's all a matter of being aware of your surroundings and realizing that there are some really amazing and interesting things to look at, even if it may just be something so simple as a wall being covered up by paint.
Don't mace him!" I shouted over the din. "You'll get us all too.
Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.