Is there a separation between body and mind, and if so which is it better to have?
Whosoever loveth wisdom is righteous, but he that keepeth company with fowl is weird.
My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.
We stand at a crossroads. One path leads to despair, the other to destruction. Let's hope we make the right choice.
By now they had mastered my own language, but they still made simple mistakes, like using 'hermeneutics,' when they meant 'heuristic'.
Dying is like making love, except you don't get naseous afterwards.