Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.
We wake and whisper awhile, But, the day gone by, Silence and sleep like fields Of amaranth lie.
All day long the door of the sub-conscious remains just ajar; we slip through to the other side, and return again, as easily and secretly as a cat.
Once a man strays out of the common herd, he's more likely to meet wolves in the thickets than angels.
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.
Without imagination of the one kind or of the other, mortal existence is indeed a dreary and prosaic business. . . Illumined by the imagination, our life, whatever its defeats - is a never-ending unforeseen strangeness and adventure and mystery.
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
It is best to love wisely, no doubt; but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
One of the key things that we did at Bank of North Dakota that I worked to try to do with our state economic development is make sure we are customer-service oriented.
When duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can.
There are capitalist states which consider themselves cheated, during previous redivisions of spheres of influence, territories, sources of raw materials, markets, etc. , and which would again desire to redivide them to their own advantage.