We, for our part, are resolved to survive and to flourish. David Mamet, Kafka's Grave. In the fullness of time a poet-oracle came forth upon the mountain top, whence one could see a great distance in all directions. Out of the innumerable questions put to this fierce yet gentle seer, only two answers have come down to us. To those getting ready to be shipwrecked on a desert island, I offer a miniaturized library of world literature that can be memorized in a few days.
Bulls combine succinct style, compacted logic, and a sharp edge.
At your age Mozart was dead. No one goes to that restaurant anymore. It's too crowded. We teach what we hope to learn. Count no man happy till he dies.