At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-fiv >>
Please God, make my words today sweet and tender, for tomorrow I may h >>
Fear is what kills us. >>
When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no ma >>
If you can't convince them; confuse them. >>
Confusion of goals and perfection of means seems, in my opinion, to ch >>
When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.