What a good thing Adam had--when he said a good thing, he knew nobody had said it before.
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
Frederick Buechner,'Whistling in the Dark' When a child is born, a father is born. A mother is born, too of course, but at least for her it's a gradual process. Body and soul, she has nine months to get used to what's happening. She becomes what's happening. But for even the best-prepared father, it happens all at once. On the other side of a plate-glass window, a nurse is holding up something roughly the size of a loaf of bread for him to see for the first time. Even if he should decide to abandon it forever ten minutes later, the memory will nag him to the grave. He has seen the creation of the world. It has his mark on it. He has its mark on him. Both marks are, for better or for worse, indelible. All sons, like all daughters, are prodigals if they're smart. Assuming the Old Man doesn't run out on them first, they will run out on him if they are to survive, and if he's smart he won't put up too much of a fuss. A wise father sees all this coming, and maybe that's why he keeps his distance from the start. He must survive too. Whether they ever find their way home again, none can say for sure, but it's the risk he must take if they're ever to find their way at all. In the meantime, the world tends to have a soft spot in its heart for lost children. Lost fathers have to fend for themselves. Even as the father lays down the law, he knows that someday his children will break it as they need to break it if ever they're to find something better than law to replace it. Until and unless that happens, there's no telling the scrapes they will get into trying to lose him and find themselves. Terrible blnders will be made-dissapointments and failures, hurts and losses of every kind. And they'll keep making them even after they've found themselves too, of course, because growing up is a process that goes on and on. And every hard knock they ever get, knocks the father even harder still, if that's possible, and if and when they finally come through more or less in one piece at the end, there's maybe no rejoicing greater than his in all creation. -Fatherhood.
As lousy as things are now, tomorrow they will be somebody's good old days.
The trenchant blade Toledo trusty. For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
There is nobody so irritating as somebody with less intelligence and more sense than we have.
What if nothing exists and we're all in somebody's dream? Or what's worse, what if only that fat guy in the third row exists?
The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.
Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.
A lot of my peer group think I'm an eccentric bisexual, like I may even have an ammonia-filled tentacle somewhere on my body. That's okay.
A pessimist is a man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself.
Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.
Envy is like a fly that passes all the body's sounder parts, and dwells upon the sores.
A thief believes everybody steals.
By the end, everybody had a labelâpig, liberal, radical, revolutionary ... If you had everything but a gun, you were a radical but not a revolutionary.
The office of president is a bastardized thing, half royalty and half democracy, that nobody knows whether to genuflect or spit.
Nobody believes a rumor here in Washington until it's officially denied.
If "everybody knows" such-and-such, then it ain't so, by at least ten thousand to one.
The state is the great fiction by which everybody tries to live at the expense of everybody else.
The Vice-Presidency is sort of like the last cookie on the plate. Everybody insists he won't take it, but somebody always does.
Nobody can be trusted with unlimited power. The more power a regime has, the more likely people will be killed. This is a major reason for promoting freedom.
Nobody is equal to anybody. Even the same man is not equal to himself on different days.
The wealth and prosperity of the country are only the comeliness of the body, the fullness of the flesh and fat; but the spirit is independent of them; it requires only muscle, bone and nerve for the true exercise of its functions. We cannot lose our liberty, because we cannot cease to think.