Our children and grandchildren are not merely statistics towards which we can be indifferent.
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of a bike ride.
You never know what's hit you. A gunshot is the perfect way.
Effort and courage are not enough without purpose and direction.
Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children's future. And we are all mortal.
Khrushchev reminds me of the tiger hunter who has picked a place on the wall to hang the tiger's skin long before he has caught the tiger. This tiger has other ideas.