The causes of events are ever more interesting than the events themselves.
I started concentrating so hard on my vision that I lost sight.
Ladies and gentlemen, today we're here to honor electricity, the charge that charges everything from those electrons snapping in our brain to our father the sun. What's the sun It's kind of like a brain. Electromagnetic field, solar flares sparking back and forth from those nerve cells. We're all one, folks, giant blobs of electricity, all of us. Positive & negative, electromagnetic fields just circling each other. Positive, negative, north, south, male and female. Looking for that electric moment. Magnet to magnet, opposites attract.
Happiness just wasn't part of the job description back then. You tried to find a helpmate to keep the cold wind and dogs at bay. Happiness just wasn't part of the equation. Survival was.
Repetition is the death of art.
For people to judge a man's worth and his very manhood according to the way he feels about sport, and not to recognize it for the piddly, inconsequential goings on that it really is.
My masculinity isn't hinged on whether or not I knit.
The dictator, in all his pride, is held in the grip of his party machine. He can go forward; he cannot go back. He must blood his hounds and show them sport, or else, like Actaeon of old, be devoured by them. All-strong without, he is all-weak within.
There is a definite way to do this. There is a training program that you will go through and it's delightful. It's absolutely beautiful.
For repeating themselves from the first kiss to the last sigh, the average man's love affairs have History blushing with envy.
Perhaps the belief in God is the belief that the universe is intelligible, but not to us.