If you put a chain around the neck of a slave, the other end fastens itself around you own.
Never complain. Never explain.
I used to be Snow White — but I drifted.
The author of the Iliad is either Homer or, if not Homer, somebody else of the same name.
It is no use walking anywhere to preach unless our walking is our preaching.
The real questions are the ones that obtrude upon your consciousness whether you like it or not, the ones that make your mind start vibrating like a jackhammer, the ones that you “come to terms with” only to discover that they are still there. The real questions refuse to be
Modesty is the only sure bait when you angle for praise.
How ridiculous and unrealistic is the man who is astonished at anything that happens in life.