For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness.
In life, you get what you tolerate.
Cap Boso? How could I cut a guy with a name like that?
The shoulder surgery was a success. The lobotomy failed.
Promises are empty words if you're not keeping them.
Just because you liked something as a youngster doesn't mean you have to like it as an adult. You can change your taste a little bit on the sweets and things like that.
You remember what happened when Eddie Pipp got hurt? A guy named Lou Gehrig took over.
I was always much too elated to imagine despair.
It is indeed a matter of great difficulty to discover, and effectually to distinguish, the true motions of particular bodies from the apparent; because the parts of that immovable space, in which those motions are performed, do by no means come under the observation of our senses. Yet the thing is not altogether desperate; for we have some arguments to guide us, partly from the apparent motions, which are the differences of the true motions; partly from the forces, which are the causes and effects of the true motions.
Talent renders the whole idea of rehearsal meaningless; when you find something at which you are talented, you do it (whatever it is) until your fingers bleed or your eyes are ready to fall out of your head. Even when no one is listening (or reading or watching), every outing is a bravura performance, because you as the creator are happy. Perhaps even ecstatic.
Give yourself a kiss. If you want to hold the beautiful one, hold yourself.