Street hockey is great for kids. It's energetic, competitive, and skilful. And best of all, it keeps them off the street.
Not one of us can lie or pretend. We're all fixed in good faith in a certain concept of ourselves.
It is misery, you know, unspeakable misery for the man who lives alone and who detests sordid, casual affairs; not old enough to do without women, but not young enough to be able to go and look for one without shame!
Man never reasons so much and becomes so introspective as when he suffers; since he is anxious to get at the cause of his sufferings, to learn who has produced them, and whether it is just or unjust that he should have to bear them.
Buffoons, buffoons! One can play any tune on them!
We all grasp on to a single idea of ourselves, the way aging people dye their hair. It’s no matter that this dye doesn’t fool you. My lady, you don’t dye your hair to decieve other people, or to fool yourself, but rather to cheat your image in your mirror a little.
Phantoms in general are nothing more than trifling disorders of the spirit; images we cannot contain within the bounds of sleep.
Our nation is like a tree of which the original trunk is swarajya and the branches are swadeshi and boycott.
Making a fantastical world real is a bit of a challenge, for sure. When you're on set and you have a green screen you're working with where you'll pretend there's a giant lizard chasing you when there's nothing there. Being shown the images of what the creatures were going to look like and then having to react to them realistically without feeling like you're a crazy person. You kind of have to go for it. In order to sell it to the audience, you can't really hold back.
In masks outrageous and austere The years go by in single file; But none has merited my fear, And none has quite escaped my smile.
One of our anxieties is de-focusing the relatively small number of engineers we have. Within our own core development, I am reluctant to fund projects that are way afield of where we are.