To shun one's cross is to make it heavier. >>
Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the f >>
Thought is a kind of opium; it can intoxicate us, while still broad aw >>
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; n >>
I don't like these cold, precise, perfect people who, in order not to >>
When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target. >>
The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret.