Progress always travels with unpleasant offspring. Cutting-edge technology cuts both ways. I suppose there's nothing to be done about the consequences. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - although, nothing ventured, nothing ruined, is also true.

Satan's target is the individual human soul. The human soul is sovereign. Groups are an abstraction. A human soul bound to a group is no longer sovereign. Souls enmeshed in group abstraction no longer think for themselves. The group thinks for them.

Tom was six-foot something and well over two hundred pounds. Tom was large. I was small. Despite the Mut & Jeff appearance, we were the best of friends.
I remember trouble with a few bullies in middle school. I don't remember any trouble with bullies in high school. I'm pretty sure that's because Tom was usually towering behind me.

Preternatural wisdom in a young person can convince that person they know it all. They don't. Only the bumps and bruises of the years will allow schooled wisdom to penetrate to the bone.

It wasn't so much that every day was a party, as it was that every day seemed like a party.

It’s 's remarkable how reliably our standing-in-life improves upon being buried. Scoundrels become saints. Misers become prudent. Nasty characters of all sorts become decent souls who have been sadly misunderstood

He handed me his hand-written manuscript, bid me adieu, and left the room.

Vaguely aware that closing-time was drawing nigh, we stumbled on, pushing our limits to complete the mission. Nothing was completely clear anymore, except that our mission was stunningly stupid.

Loss is the stuff of life. It's also the stuff of drama. Maybe you'd be better off thinking of your loss as one more thread in an unfolding tapestry of epic struggle. Then what seemed pointless becomes destiny. It will still hurt, but your suffering will be given context.

History records the largest events. Most of the rest is soon forgotten.

No one seems troubled that so much of the News is devoted to trivialities rather than information useful to decision-making by citizens who give a damn.

I wonder about these re-connections with people from my past. Are they unusual, or are they common? I don't think they only happen to me. Are certain people woven together in an unseen fabric for some purpose unknown? I suspect so.

Life is hard to chew. Sometimes you need a knife. Sugar and spice makes it tast better.

The Hippos walked leisurely away to a life of freedom in the Magdalena basin. It was effortless. They took to Columbia's watery wilderness as though they'd always lived there.

Every day people needlessly agitate
themselves by imputing fanciful motives to someone else.

Daisy, Dasiy, give me your answer please.

Not that his life was really spotless. It was only that he considered it so. Not that he really considered anything.

When life deals you a bad hand you have to get smarter how to play it.

Rue, gist, and 'tis, are words still in use, but they aren’t used too often.
A few generations from now they may be found only in old books.

Some say the soul is revealed through the eyes. One eye is warmly trusting. The other eye is coldly suspicious.