“If I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.”
“If I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.”
“If I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.”
“If I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.”
“If I admit that my freedom has no meaning except in relation to its limited fate, then I must say that what counts is not the best living but the most living.”
“We called him Old Yeller. The name had a sort of double meaning. One part meant that his short hair was a dingy yellow, a color that we called “yeller” in those days. The other meant that when he opened his head, the sound he let out came closer to being a yell than a bark.”
“Mother used to say that it meant Christopher was a nice name because it was a story about being kind and helpful, but I do not want my name to mean a story about being kind and helpful. I want my name to mean me.”
“But this butterfly was golden.
‘What can that mean?’ said Moomintroll. ‘I’ve never seen a golden butterfly before.’
‘Gold is even better than yellow,’ said the Snork Maiden.”