Sitting down and sharing a meal together combines two of my favorite loves: eating great food and talking about great food.
Common sense, the half-truths of a deceitful society, is honored as the honest truths of a frank world.
Today's banalities apparently gain in profundity if one states that the wisdom of the past, for all its virtues, belongs to the past. The arrogance of those who come later preens itself with the notion that the past is dead and gone. The modern mind can no longer think thought, only can locate it in time and space. The activity of thinking decays to the passivity of classifying.
The radicals. . . want speech regulated by codes that proscribe certain language. They see free speech as at best a delusion, at worst a threat to the welfare of minorities and women. . . . The most obvious (and cynical) explanation for the switched positions is the switched situations. Protesting students became established professors and administrators. For outsiders, free speech is bread and butter; for insiders, indigestion. To the new academics, unregulated free speech spells trouble.
When I took over from my father, he came from the Southern Baptist background, and back 40-50 years ago, there was a lot more of that. I don't believe - maybe it was for a time. But I don't have it in my heart to condemn people. I'm there to encourage them.
The world is like a mirror; frown at it, and it frowns at you. Smile and it smiles, too.
Alex: Rosie, I wanted you to be the first person to no that I’ve decided to become a heart surgeon! Rosie: Cool, does it pay well? Alex: Rosie, it’s not about the money. Rosie: Where I come from, it’s all about the money. Probably because I don’t have any.
He. . . knew, in that instant, that his life would not be an easy one-he was different, he looked different, he thought differently.