Time is but a shadow, a dream; already God sees us in glory and takes joy in our eternal beatitude. How this thought helps my soul! I understand then why He lets us suffer.
The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.
You know it's hard to hear what a bearded man is saying. He can't speak above a whisker.
People think that design is styling. Design is not style. It's not about giving shape to the shell and not giving a damn about the guts. Good design is a renaissance attitude that combines technology, cognitive science, human need and beauty to produce something that the world didn't know it was missing.
I am full of the milk of human kindness, damn it. My trouble is that it gets clotted so easily.
Yet another thing Canadians and Europeans have in common is an obsession with the United States, and with distinguishing themselves from it, often by crude stereotyping.