Jack
men rope break
A man is like a rope: both break at a definite strain....The solution is not splicing the rope; it's lessening the tension.
princess
Nothing is more conspicuous than a farting princess.
gist said speculation
I understand the gist of your speculation,' said Rhialto. 'It is most likely nuncupatory.
pain men evil
What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life.
wine adventure past
While we are alive we should sit among colored lights and taste good wines, and discuss our adventures in far places; when we are dead, the opportunity is past.
barbarians
A barbarian is not aware that he is a barbarian.
music luck defeat
Good music always defeats bad luck
motivational risk privilege
Freedom, privileges, options, must constantly be exercised, even at the risk of inconvenience.
religious war race
If religions are diseases of the human psyche, as the philosopher Grintholde asserts, then religious wars must be reckoned the resultant sores and cankers infecting the aggregate corpus of the human race. Of all wars, these are the most detestable, since they are waged for no tangible gain, but only to impose a set of arbitrary credos upon another's mind.
childhood soul identity
All my life I have had an awareness of other times and places. I have been aware of other persons in me. Oh, and trust me, so have you, my reader that is to be. Read back into your childhood, and this sense of awareness I speak of will be remembered as an experience of childhood. You were then not fixed, not crystallized. You were plastic, a soul in flux, a consciousness and an identity in the process of forming--ay, of forming and forgetting.
years drunk firsts
I was five years old the first time I got drunk.
dream real childhood
Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged my dreams; for they were pictures the like of which I had never seen in real wake-a-day life. They tormented my childhood, making of my dreams a procession of nightmares and a little later convincing me that I was different from my kind, a creature unnatural and accursed.
dust ashes
I would rather be ashes than dust.
cycling life-worth-living railroad-tracks
Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!