I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.
Weakness is a better teacher than strength. Weakness must learn to understand the obstacles that strength brushes aside.
To make a thought my own, I must think it often.
Rules that are never violated cease to be recognized as Rules.
Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?
I regret. I apologize. I blame myself. I continue as before.