I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.
What's another word for Thesaurus?
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality... the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Winning is important to me, but what brings me real joy is the experience of being fully engaged in whatever I'm doing.
The next time a car appeared down Market Street, I stepped right out into the road, waving my arms over my head, shouting.
It's the opinion of some that crops could be grown on the moon. Which raises the fear that it may not be long before we're paying somebody not to.
It's the soul's duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.