The weather and my mood have little connection. I have my foggy and my fine days within me; my prosperity or misfortune has little to do with the matter.
I respond very easily to outside events. One’s life is a matter of chance. Nothing that you’ve arranged for yourself works out.
Mind moves matter.
In most of America, it seems you don’t matter if you’re not between 25 and 50.
A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.
No matter what happens, I feel very good about the future.
It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
You went up to be examined with the other Jewish children, your heart heavy about that matter of your nose.
That human beings seek their own well-being and that of those close to them is not an especially provocative discovery. What is important is that this universal aspect of human nature persists no matter what economic system is in place; it merely expresses itself in different forms.
Realism is not a matter of any fidelity to an empirical reality, but of the discursive conventions by which and for which a sense of reality is constructed.