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Danh ngôn của Mason Cooley (Sứ mệnh: 2)

Travelers never think that they are the foreigners.
Money is to my social existence what health is to my body.
The wisdom of age: don't stop walking.
Faith moves mountains, but you have to keep pushing while you are praying.
The time I kill is killing me.
Money: power at its most liquid.
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.
A happy arrangement: many people prefer cats to other people, and many cats prefer people to other cats.
Fantasy mirrors desire. Imagination reshapes it.
Living alone makes it harder to find someone to blame.
Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.
Romantics consider common sense vulgar.
If you call failures experiments, you can put them in your resume and claim them as achievements.
The shades of respectability begin to close about the greying head.
To confer dignity, forgive. To express contempt, forget.
Ultimately, blind faith is the only kind.
Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.
Taste refers to the past, imagination to the future.
The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.
Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?
As equality increases, so does the number of people struggling for predominance.
Forgiveness is like faith. You have to keep reviving it.
Women encourage men to be childish, then scold them.
Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.
Humor does not rescue us from unhappiness, but enables us to move back from it a little.
Cure for an obsession: get another one.
Good parties create a temporary youthfulness.
Imagination has rules, but we can only guess what they are.
At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.
Excuses change nothing, but make everyone feel better.
Cats are inquisitive, but hate to admit it.
Irony regards every simple truth as a challenge.
I read less and less. I have not forgiven books for their failure to tell me the truth and make me happy.
Office politics are bloody-minded, but weak on content.
Bad faith likes discourse on friendship and loyalty.
Even cats grow lonely and anxious.