It's hard to imagine that Jay Lefkowitz would be taking this job to be window dressing on a separate track. I'm confident that he is not going to be a potted palm no matter how many people at the State Department seek to stick sharp elbows in him.
Much bending breaks the bow; much unbending the mind.
To really know life you've got to be part of life. You must get down and look, you must get into the nooks and crannies of existence. You have to rub elbows with all kinds and types of men before you can finally establish what he is.
I never go black tie. I never grew up wearing ties or bow ties or anything.
The dimension of depth in the consciousness of religion creates the tension between what is and what ought to be. It bends the bow from which every arrow of moral action flies.
Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow.
Twitter is basically text messaging. Twitter is a guy you can always elbow in the side and say, "Hey, look, a guy in a clown suit just threw up!" And I don't have 400-800 words to say about that, I just wanted to say that one thing.
I don't mind a guy going at me at both ends of the floor, I can respect that. But when guys start throwing elbows and when they kick you when you're down, that's dirty basketball and I don't respect guys like that.
Nothing sharpens the arrow of sarcasm so keenly as the courtesy that polishes it; no reproach is like that we clothe with a smile and present with a bow.
But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'