Real life doesn’t grant us many of the more than useful possibilities people can come out with in fiction.
A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live.
You know what truth is? … It’s some crazy thing my neighbor believes. If I want to make friends with him, I ask him what he believes. He tells me, and I say, “Yeah, yeah – ain’t it the truth?
Sometimes the rope seems the only option when at the bottom of the pit. Climb it to safety.
If your love for another person doesn’t include loving yourself then your love is incomplete.
When you imitate others in real life, you deny the world benefits of your uniqueness. So be who you were born to be!.
So what’s the test?”
“Ah, that’s the trick of it. It’s not a test. It’s real life.
But you don’t really mean to say that you couldn’t love me if my name wasn’t Ernest?
GWENDOLEN: But your name is Ernest.
JACK: Yes, I know it is. But supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn’t love me then?
GWENDOLEN (glibly): Ah! that is clearly a metaphysical speculation, and like most metaphysical speculations has very little reference at all to the actual facts of real life, as we know them.
you can tell a true war story if it embarrasses you. If you don’t care for obscenity, you don’t care for the truth; if you don’t care for the truth, watch how you vote. Send guys to war, they come home talking dirty.
The system will always be defended by those countless people who have enough intellect to defend but not quite enough to innovate.