Surfing is like that. You are either vigorously cursing or else you are idiotically pleased with yourself.
One must make one's own mistakes
I have always admired the Esquimaux (Eskimos). One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.
An appreciative listener is always stimulating.
My remarks are, as always, apt, sound, and to the point. (Hercule Poirot)
One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.