I inhabit a weak, frail, decayed tenement; battered by the winds and broken in on by the storms, and, from all I can learn, the landlord does not intend to repair.
One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.
I drink eternally. For me it is an eternity of drinking, and a drinking up of eternity.
I build only living stones--men.
Machination is worth more than force.
Friends, you will notice that in this world there are many more ballocks than men. Remember this.
No clock is more regular than the belly.
In the life of a singer, it's not all triumphs and happy memories; there are days you have to go out there when it's the last thing you feel like doing.
To ask the hard question is simple.
. . . with every Asiatic country where we operate in cooperation with the existing culture, the need for intelligent understanding of that country and its ways of life will be crucial. These nations will very likely not respond to appeals with which we are familiar, and not value rewards which seem to us irresistible. The danger--and it would be fatal to world peace--is that in our ignorance of their cultural values we shall meet in head-on collision and incontinently fall back on the old pattern of imposing our own values by force.
I love, love, love the street-cart food. Gyros are like a meat-flavored fruit roll-up. A meat roll-up.