One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
Never let your ego get so close to your position that when your position goes, your ego goes with it.
The only thing that is constant is change.
We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.
What is the use of writing plays, what is the use of writing anything, if there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods?
One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.
Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.
Never let your ego get so close to your position that when your position goes, your ego goes with it.
The only thing that is constant is change.
We sleep safely at night because rough men stand ready to visit violence on those who would harm us.
What is the use of writing plays, what is the use of writing anything, if there is not a will which finally moulds chaos itself into a race of gods?