You have two choices in life. You either die or do something with your time. You're going to be doing something - why not write?
What is life if not a gamble?
With a book in your hand. . . you can go anywhere you want
Why must it be in human nature to hear one thing but to believe in another?" "Because we want things to get better," I said. "Otherwise we would all give up.
suffering sweetens the reward
Do you believe in luck, Ludlow?" I had thought about this more than once in my life. "I believe some poeple are luckier than others. ". . . "Which do you believe in, luck or Destiny?" Joe considered a moment befoe replying, "We make our own luck, Ludlow, by our actions and our state of mind. As such you control your own fate. Oney one thing is certain: None of us can escape the grave.
How it saddens me to see how quickly men turn against each other.
History is never invisible, finally, though some people seem to work very hard to be willfully blind.
September's Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets - Crows - and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming - An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher.
As much as I like it when a book I'm writing speeds along, the downside can be that an author becomes too eager to finish and rushes the end. The end is even more important than the first page, and rushing can damage it.
The road to glory cannot be followed with much baggage.