Perfection was a surface thing. The epidermis. Cut a few layers deep, you begin to see some darker shades.
Yeah, I get to fight in 'Eclipse.' My trainer is teaching me MMA right now. So. Cool.
The nights were mainly made for saying things you can't say tomorrow day.
You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that...
A man might share his wealth, but never his authority.
Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to characterize our age.
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
Dreams become regrets when left in the mind, never planted in the soil of action.
what is not true does not exist in this moment.