We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.
Tutors should behave reverently before their pupils.
What man in his right senses, that has wherewithal to live free, would make himself a slave for superfluities? What does that man want who has enough? Or what is he the better for abundance that can never be satisfied.
The very soul of the slothful does effectually but lie drowsing in his body, and the whole man is totally given up to his senses.
Men indulge those opinions and practices that favor their pretensions.
Men talk as if they believed in God, but they live as if they thought there was none; their vows and promises are no more than words, of course.
Some natures are so sour and ungrateful that they are never to be obliged.
. . . in some ways I relied on that- someone to keep me thinking, keep me striving to do better, keep me from burying my head and praying it all worked out.
Everyone has expectations. You just don't want to have them dashed, so you're quiet about them.
Bach is an astronomer, discovering the most marvellous stars. Beethoven challenges the universe. I only try to express the soul and the heart of man.
When my mother gets a prompt 'Do you want to download this?' she's going to say yes. It's disingenuous for Microsoft to give you all of these tools with which to hang yourself, and when you do, then say it's your fault.