A creature that never cries over spilt milk: a cat.
Nothing is lost, nothing is created all is transformed. Nothing is the prey of death. All is the prey of life.
The most serious disorders may be provoked by the injection of living organisms into the bloodinto a medium not intended for them may provoke redoubtable manifestations of the gravest morbid phenomena.
The primary cause of disease is in us, always in us.
Monuments are for the living, not the dead.
Kids look up to me, and it's really incredible to be in that position.
I would not be a good mother. I mean, I love being an aunt to my niece and nephew. And I used to want to, like, adopt 10 kids - because I had friends who were adopted, and I thought that was the coolest thing, to be chosen. But again, my job is too selfish.
There’s this thing called progress. But it doesn’t progress. It doesn’t go anywhere. Because as progress progresses the world can slip away. It’s progress if you can stop the world slipping away. My humble model for progress I the reclamation of land. Which is repeatedly, never-ending retrieving what it lost. A dogged and vigilant business. A dull yet valuable business. A hard, inglorious business. But you shouldn’t go mistaking the reclamation of land for the building of empires.