I see too deep and too much.
Too much has been given and too much has been lost.
Life is too short to be miserable for 40+ hours a week.
You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.
Baseball is too much of a sport to be called a business, and too much of a business to be called a sport.
Life is too short not to smile. Smile as much as you can.
We know too much and feel too little. At least, we feel too little of those creative emotions from which a good life springs.
Adventures are only interesting once you've lived to see the end of them. Before that, they are nothing but fear, and being too cold or too hot or too wet or too hungry, and getting hurt.
The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.
Life is too short to spend it at war with yourself. Life is too short for you to judge, persecute, hurt yourself. The battle is not yours but the Lord. 2 chronicles 20:15. Leave everything to him.
My head spins. One moment I'm told I'm too edgy, then people say I'm too angry, then that I show too much passion... make your minds up.
I live a perfectly happy and comfortable life in Blair's Britain, but I can't work up much affection for the culture we've created for ourselves: it's too cynical, too knowing, too ironic, too empty of real value and meaning.
Madness is too glamorous a term to convey what happens to most people who are losing their minds. That word is too exciting,too literary, too interesting in its connotations, to convey the boredom, the slowness, the dreariness, the dampness of depres...
I think too many comic book covers are way too busy, crammed with far too much information, both visual and verbal, that just becomes a dull noise.
My most resolute opponents believe that I am too visible, that I am a little too alive, that my name echoes too much in the texts which they nevertheless claim to be inaccessible.
The smug complacency of technology adverts disguises a pretty mixed picture, with too many people not connected, too many passive users of technologies designed for interactive, and far too much talk about empowerment but far too little action to mak...
Porque la vida, por todas sus descaradas absuridades, pequeñas y grandes, de que está felizmente llena, tiene el inestimable privilegio de poder prescindir de esta estupidísima verosimilutd, a la que el arte cree su deber prestar obediencia. Las a...
The craft, trade, agriculture, science, a large part of the art - all this can only stand on a broad base , on a consolidated, strong and healthy mediocrity. Served in their services and the science of their work - and even the arts. We cannot wish f...
Magnus deeply disliked people who were early to business meetings. It was just as bad as being late, since it put everyone out, and even worse, people who were early always acted terribly superior about their bad timekeeping skills. They acted as tho...
When my late father died — now I'm in mourning for my late mother — that sense of grief and bereavement suddenly taught me that so many things that I thought were important, externals, etc., all of that is irrelevant. You lose a parent, you sudde...
Pita: You're late. Creasy: I'm sorry. Pita: Where's my mother? Creasy: I dropped her at home. Pita: It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you? [Creasy doesn't answer] Pita: Do you think my mom likes you? Creasy: I think she's afra...
