The reader might reflect that an awful lot of supposing has to take place in order for the quantity theory of money to be true.
The beauty of golf, you're in charge out here.
A lot of my buddies also played golf, but when it came to going to the beach or on the boat and chasing girls, they usually went that way and I went to the golf course.
The Masters is one of golf's greatest traditions and Augusta is one of the best courses in the world. They are synonymous. It's an event that every golfer, and golf fan, looks forward to.
When I'm on with my putting, I'm as good a putter as there is, probably.
The fame aspect of winning the Masters. . . besides being married and becoming a father, that's a strong third there.
I spent hours as a kid on the putting green of the local golf course imagining I was sinking a putt to win the Masters.
Traditional hedonism. . . was based on the direct experience of pleasure: wine, women and song; sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll; or whatever the local variant. The problem, from a capitalist perspective, is that there are inherent limits to all this. People become sated, bored. . . Modern self-illusory hedonism solves this dilemma because here, what one is really consuming are fantasies and day-dreams about what having a certain product would be like.
He that steals an egg will steal an ox.
Fertilization of the soul is the reason for the necessity of art.
King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see how God in all his creatures works! Yea, man and birds are fain of climbing high. Suffolk: No marvel, an it like your majesty, My lord protectors hawks do tower so well; They know their masters loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his falcon's pitch. Gloucester: My lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind That mounts no higher than a bird can soar.