…and now that you don’t have to be perfect,
you can be good.
…and now that you don’t have to be perfect,
you can be good.
The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule it.
Nothing is forgotten slower than an insult and nothing faster than a good deed.
Those Winter Sundays Sundays too my father got up early and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then…