Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.
My head rang like a gong.
I gathered we were headed over Nob Hill, and from the angle, it seemed we were taking one of the steeper routes.
I have the worst memory ever so no matter who comes up to me - they're just, like, 'I can't believe you don't remember me!" I'm like, 'Oh Dad I'm sorry!'
Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle.
By prizing heartfulness above faultlessness, we may reap more from our effort because we're more likely to be changed by it.