What we've seen this season is that if something that will enhance performance is available, some players will indulge... unless the penalty is an absolute deterrent. ↗
The conscience of an artist worthy of the name is like an incurable disease which causes him endless torment but occasionally fills him with silent joy. ↗
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance. ↗
When you’re young you prefer the vulgar months, the fullness of the seasons. As you grow older you learn to like the in-between times, the months that can’t make up their minds. Perhaps it’s a way of admitting that things can’t ever bear the same certainty again. ↗