I can never believe how much time and energy and money and talent and everything else is being poured into horrible ideas.
Everything has been said before, but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.
It is a stupidity second to none, to busy oneself with the correction of the world.
Michael Bisping just speaks to speak; he just talks to talk. He just tries to open his mouth so that something can be heard, but nothing's going to come out.
The characters in my novels, from the very first one, are always on some quixotic effort of attempting to control something that is uncontrollable - some element of the world that is essentially random and out of control.
The omnipotence of evil has never resulted in anything but fruitless efforts. Our thoughts always escape from whoever tries to smother them.
Don't try to teach a pig to sing. It doesn't work, and it annoys the pig.
I am all for the iPad, but trust me - smelling it will get you nowhere.
Why' is a crooked letter and can't be made straight.
To try to help somebody who doesn't want to be helped is ludicrous. It doesn't work.
Feeling well that breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the enchased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun.
In the futile attempts we all make to tidy up our lives and our surroundings, nothing is more difficult than throwing out a book.
Remember - you can't beam through a force field. So, don't try it.
They sell these golf aids that attach to your knee and your head and are supposed to keep your swing correct. It's futile beyond belief. I've never bought any, but I could watch those ads for 24 hours straight. People with straight faces saying this thing will take strokes off your game - that's my peculiar obsession.
Trying to “fix” the people in your life that cause you pain is like massaging your shoes because your feet ache.
. . . men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.
The Spaniards have been reduced to aiming aimless balls into the box.
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.
It is in vain that we get upon stilts, for once on them, it is still with our legs that we must walk. And on the highest throne in the world we are still sitting on our own ass.
You might as well make yourself fly as to make yourself love.
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
