The habit of giving up when the present task is half finished and try something else is one of the chief causes of failure.
The studious silence of the library. . . Tranquil brightness.
A man's errors are his portals of discovery.
I have the words already. What I am seeking is the perfect order of words in the sentence. You can see for yourself how many different ways they might be arranged.
When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.
Thought is the thought of thought.
Life is too short to read a bad book.
It's such a surreal experience, being shot out of the cannon for any kind of first season show. It all seems very dreamlike.
Good timing is invisible. Bad timing sticks out a mile.
I am amazed that people want to ask me questions about God's work in my life. The interviews are a great way to share God's life-changing message and I pray that God continues to open this door for Christians.
This project started nearly twenty years ago as an assignment in my typography class at art school. Students were encouraged to see letters beyond their dull, practical functionality. We played with their unique shapes and tinkered with their infinite possibilities. The challenge was hard, so the reward of “cracking” a word felt great. This became a lifelong project for me.