One thing I've learned in all these years is not to make love when you really don't feel it; there's probably nothing worse you can do to yourself than that.
The first vehicle that screamed past -- an ambulance -- didn't even slow down.
At my lemonade stand I used to give the first glass away free and charge five dollars for the second glass. The refill contained the antidote.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
There is an applause superior to that of the multitudes: one's own.
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.
The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.