The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.
“The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later, you’re hungry again.”
The first draft of anything is shit.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it badly.
Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
No race can prosper till it learns that there is as much dignity in tilling a field as in writing a poem.
“The trouble with eating Italian food is that five or six days later, you’re hungry again.”
The first draft of anything is shit.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it badly.
Look back over the past, with its changing empires that rose and fell, and you can foresee the future, too.