Suppose you succeed in breaking the wall with your head. And what, then, will you do in the next cell?
I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse.
Everything in life that we really accept undergoes a change.
To acknowledge the presence of fear is to give birth to failure.
I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.
There are always these moments in life when the limits of suffering are reached and we become heroes and heroines.
You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.
It was part of your religion to hate the British.
Those who say that life is worth living at any cost have already written an epitaph of infamy, for there is no cause and no person that they will not betray to stay alive.
FORTRAN, the infantile disorder, by now nearly 20 years old, is hopelessly inadequate for whatever computer application you have in mind today: it is now too clumsy, too risky, and too expensive to use.
I try to remember at least twenty to thirty things I'm grateful for every day, and I share those with at least one person that I am super grateful for.