[b]Ernest Hemingway
I wish I did not think about it so much, he thought.[/b]
Of course that is often easier said than done.
[b]The two kinds of fools we have in Russia, karkov grinned and began. First there is the winter fool. The winter fool comes to the door of your house and he knocks loudly. You go to the door and you see him there and you have never seen him before. He is an impressive sight. He is a very big man and he has on high boots and a fur coat and a fur hat and he is all covered with snow. First he stamps his boots and snow falls from them. Then he takes off his fur coat and shakes it and more snow falls from them, Then he takes off his fur hat and knocks it against the door. More snow falls from his fur hat. Then he stamps his boots again and advances into the room. Then you look at him and you see he is a fool. That is the winter fool."
Now in the summer you see a fool going down the street and he is waving his arms and jerking his head from side to side and everybody from two hundred yards away can tell he is a fool. that is a summer fool.[/b]
Okay, which one is Putin, and which one is Trump?
I was a little crazy. But I wasn’t crazy in any complicated manner.
So, does that leave room for hope?
Pain does not matter to a man.
On the other hand, it matters a lot to men.
Or, rather, it does around here.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
I suggest we not go there.
If people bring so much courage to the world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them.
Eventually, for example.