The world tolerates conceit from those who are successful, but not from anybody else.
I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
One's destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.
Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.