Gold was not altogether certain what, anatomically, a gorge was, but he knew that his was rising.
Tomorrow gives a beck'ning hand-- I turn my face away; I'll not invite her to my home-- I only love Today.
There's a term, agape, you hear used a lot with charismatic religious groups, that it's this more pure love of caring, of sharing of concern and understanding. I think players and teams have to come to that at some point in the season to become successful. Maybe not "personal friends," but they become teammates at the highest level of that term.
I care about systematically playing basketball. If the spacing isn't right, if guys are standing on top of each other, if there aren't lanes to be provided, or rebounders available to offensively rebound the ball, or we don't have defensive balance when a shot goes up, all of these things are fundamental basketball. I follow it.
My accountant tells me I can't be a California resident anymore. I spend too much of my time in New York.
Not everyone has a purpose.
I'm not railing, 'This is inadequate' or 'This isn't right. ' Just show me what will work.
The busiest of living agents are certain dead men's thoughts.
This is a business that I have always had the last laugh in. It has nothing to do with acting, it has to do with good karma.
How odd it is that we so often weep for each other's distresses, when we shed not a tear for our own!
The money-changers have fled from their high seats in the temple of our civilization. We may now restore that temple to the ancient truths.