Wow!” gasped Julia. They saw 20 or more young children of every sort lying on the cold, bare ground.
Mikolay and Julia in the AtticWhat sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?
Thoreau Journal 9You will act like the sort of person you conceive yourself to be.
Psycho-Cybernetics, A New Way to Get More Living Out of LifeYes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!
Pearl in the Mist