A man who carries a cat by the tail is getting experience that will always be helpful. He isn't likely to grow dim or doubtful. Chances are, he isn't likely to carry the cat that way again, either. But if he wants to, I say let him!
For this Love is enraged with me, Yet kills not ; if I must example be To future rebels, if th' unborn Must learn by my being cut up and torn, Kill, and dissect me, Love ; for this Torture against thine own end is ; Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.
Was never true love loved in vain, For truest love is highest gain. No art can make it: it must spring Where elements are fostering. So in heaven's spot and hour Springs the little native flower, Downward root and upward eye, Shapen by the earth and sky.
Youth has a body in search of a wisdom, and with age the wisdom gained is in search of a body.
program (pro'-gram) [vi] To engage in a pastime similar to banging one's head against a wall but with fewer opportunities for reward.
Humor is just another defense against the universe.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
Men are not against you; they are merely for themselves.
The walls of books around him, dense with the past, formed a kind of insulation against the present world and its disasters.
To gain that worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.
Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.
Modern man thinks he loses something - time - when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains --- except kill it.
Contempt is the weapon of the weak and a defense against one's own despised and unwanted feelings.
If growing up is the process of creating ideas and dreams about what life should be, then maturity is letting go again.
program (pro'-gram) [vi] To engage in a pastime similar to banging one's head against a wall but with fewer opportunities for reward.
Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.
Modern man thinks he loses something - time - when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gainsâexcept kill it.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by. Yes, but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
Humor is just another defense against the universe.
Night fell again. There was war to the south, but our sector was quiet. The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.
To gain that worth having, it may be necessary to lose everything else.
To stumble twice against the same stone is a proverbial disgrace.
Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
Few human beings are proof against the implied flattery of rapt attention.
Most people reach the top of the ladder of success only to find it is leaning against the wrong wall.