Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.

Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.