Over the years your bodies become walking autobiographies, telling friends and strangers alike of the minor and major stresses of your lives.
Our imagination is the only limit to what we can hope to have in the future.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
He who will not reason is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave.
Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.
A tactical retreat is not a bad response to a surprise assault, you know. First you survive. Then you choose your own ground. Then you counterattack.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.