Nothing teaches you like getting leveled. And I got leveled in my early 30s. Nothing went exactly the way I thought it would.
The age factor means nothing to me. I'm old enough to know my limitations and I'm young enough to exceed them.
But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.
Truth is mighty and will prevail. There is nothing wrong with this, except that it ain't so.
I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance.
I know nothing, except the fact of my ignorance.
There's nothing historically in my life very flashy. I'm not exceptionally beautiful. I'm not exceptionally wealthy.
Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.
There is nothing more imprudent than excessive prudence.
Every dollar of tax imposed on our exchanges in the shape of duties impairs, to that extent, our capacity to meet the severe competition to which we are exposed; and nothing but a system of high protective duties, long continued, can prevent us from meeting it successfully. It is that which we have to fear.
When theatre works, it's like nothing else, and when it doesn't, which is often, it's excruciating. It's perhaps not so excruciating when a novel goes wrong, but there is a kind of magic that can and should happen.
Nothing is impossible; there are ways that lead to everything, and if we had sufficient will we should always have sufficient means. It is often merely for an excuse that we say things are impossible.
Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.
But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.
You can't do anything if a person says no. In such a case, there's nothing you can do - unlike the popular cliche that pressure is exerted, or that maybe an unwilling source is done away with.
Films exhaust me, they do, and I often want nothing more to do with them, but I'm continually surprised at the resurgence of the impulse to come back and do it all over again.
Nothing in life is so exhilarating as to be shot at without result.
Nothing is more exhilarating than philistine vulgarity.
There's nothing like impending death to rouse you from existential boredom.
It's a vast, lonely, forbidding expanse of nothing rather like clouds and clouds of pumice stone. And it certainly does not appear to be a very inviting place to live or work.
