My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.
I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.
She felt that since always the sound of the world had been her voice.
Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.
My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch.
I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.
We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.
Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.
She felt that since always the sound of the world had been her voice.
Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation... even so does inaction sap the vigour of the mind.