If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater the effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders -- what would you tell him to do? I don't know. What could he do? What would you tell him? To shrug.
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Be awfully nice to them going up, because you're gonna meet them all coming down.
Be awfully nice to them going up, because you're gonna meet them all coming down.
Euphemisms are not, as many young people think, useless verbiage for that which can and should be said bluntly; they read more
Euphemisms are not, as many young people think, useless verbiage for that which can and should be said bluntly; they are like secret agents on a delicate mission, they must airily pass by a stinking mess with barely so much as a nod of the head, make their point of constructive criticism and continue on in calm forbearance. Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
There are lots of people who cannot think seriously without injuring their minds.
There are lots of people who cannot think seriously without injuring their minds.
We live in deeds, not years: In thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should read more
We live in deeds, not years: In thoughts not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters in the end.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
Everything has been figured out, except how to live.
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one: men know him not-and to know not is to read more
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one: men know him not-and to know not is to care not for.
