I grew up sort of a geeky, tall kid, and I think I was always the one trying to make my friends laugh.
Pity that gold should always bring with it the canker - covetousness.
Nowhere more than in New York does the contest between squalor and splendor so sharply present itself.
Every father knows at once too much and too little about his own son.
Advice is like a doctor's pills; how easily he gives them! how reluctantly he takes them when his turn comes!
I dare say you will try to make me believe that Editors are human. Now I deny that, for I myself have, in past days, had evidence to the contrary.
You are taken sick; you send for a physician; he comes in, stays ten minutes, prescribes for you a healing medicine, and charges you three or four dollars. You call this 'extortionate' - forgetting the medical books he must have waded through, the revolting dissections he must have witnessed and participated in, and the medical lectures he must have digested, to have enabled him to pronounce on your case so summarily and satisfactorily.
If you say it was the "last" time, it might well turn out to be the last. What you meant was "the most recent time I was here".
Human nature demands recognition. Without it, people lose their sense of purpose and become dissatisfied, restless, and unproductive.
The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
We do more talking progress than we do progressing.