Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.
Bacchus hath drowned more men than Neptune.
My friends are my estate.
Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.
His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.