The Acts We Engage In For Appeasment

Perfectionism Spells Paralysis.

Today I May Way Before An Awestruck World; I Am Still Master Of My Fate. I Am Still Captain Of My Soul.

Doubts Could Be Swept Away Only By Deeds.

Now That We Are, As You Say, 'in The Same Boat,' Would It Not Be Wise For Us To Have Another Conference ... And The Sooner The Better.

I Neither Want It [brandy] Nor Need It, But I Should Think It Pretty Hazardous To Interfere With The Ineradicable Habit Of A Lifetime.