Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
(August 19, 1631 - May 01, 1700)
To err is human, to forgive divine.
(May 21, 1688 - May 30, 1744)
We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
(November 30, 1667 - October 19, 1745)
May you live all the days of your life.
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread
Exponential growth looks like nothing is happening, and then suddenly you get this explosion at the end,
He resents her, but I think that's mostly out of paranoia. This is not a character steeped in political correctness, and that is both more interesting and, to a point, more believable about the guy.
Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it