If you find an Australian indoors, it's a fair bet that he will have a glass in his hand.
The simplest answer is to act.
Today I am in control because I want to be. I have my fingers on the switch, but have lived a lifetime ignoring the control I have over my own world. Today is different.
How can we say nobody's perfect if there is no perfect to compare to? Perfection implies that there really is a right and wrong way to be. And what type of perfection is the best type? Moral perfection? Aesthetic? Physiological? Mental?
I am equal to a baby and to a hundred year old lady. I am equal to an airline pilot and a car mechanic. I am equal to you. You are equal to me. It's that universal. Except that it's not.
But it feels good to love a thing and not expect anything back. It feels good to not get an argument or any pushiness or any rumors or any bullshit. It's love without strings. It's ideal.
The world is full of assholes. What are you doing to make sure you're not one of them?
This truth is a remedy against spiritual pride, namely, that none should account himself better before God than others, though perhaps adorned with greater gifts, and endowments.
Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
Through sources, we have obtained the following alien assessment of the human species: The male wants to be valued for what he pretends to be. The female wants to be overvalued for what she truly is.
I am your Prince and you will marry me," Humperdinck said. Buttercup whispered, "I am your servant and I refuse. " "I am you Prince and you cannot refuse. " "I am your loyal servant and I just did. " "Refusal means death. " "Kill me then.