We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
You don't save me. You enable me to save myself.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit
I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.
You don't save me. You enable me to save myself.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.