Life is like a blanket too short. You pull it up and your toes rebel, you yank it down and shivers meander about your shoulder; but cheerful folks manage to draw their knees up and pass a very comfortable night.
The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns.
When you come to a fork in the road, take it.
Baseball is 90% mental, the other half is physical.
This is like deja vu all over again.
Is sex dirty? Only if you do it right.
Nietzche started a nonsensical idea that men had once sought as good what we now call evil; if it were so, we could not talk of surpassing or even falling short of them.
The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it it his head that splits.