Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.
I am a misanthropic humanist. . . Do I like people? They're great, IN THEORY.
I was told when I grew up I could be anything I wanted: a fireman, a policeman, a doctor - even President, it seemed. And for the first time in the history of mankind, something new, called an astronaut. But like so many kids brought up on a steady diet of Westerns, I always wanted to be the avenging cowboy hero - that lone voice in the wilderness, fighting corruption and evil wherever I found it, and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts I still track the remnants of that dream wherever I go, in my endless ride into the setting sun.
They proved that if you quit smoking, it will prolong your life. What they haven't proved is that a prolonged life is a good thing. I haven't seen the stats on that yet.
I don't care if you're obscene, filthy, horrendous -- as long as you're honest.
Laughter makes the bitter swallowing of truth, for some, a little easier.
England, where no one has guns: 14 deaths. United States. . . 23,000 deaths from handguns. But - there's no connection.
Pope John XXIII was an amoeba of goodness in a sea of waste, mistakenly believing that the Holy See could or would really change in any fundamental way. He was a tragic figure, for he raised a false hope, cast a brief ray of light that was snuffed out when he died.
John Conyers' office has been very responsive to citizen concerns and the Internet has presented a way to communicate with them in a way that's never before been there.
It's a wonderful opportunity to be part of a child's growing up, which is always an endless springtime. You see the blossoming and the growing and the nurturing and the payoff.
I tend not to like an awful lot of what is going out under my name now because it is just all product. Who needs it?