Those people work more wisely who seek to achieve good in their own small corner of the world ... than those who are forever thinking that life is in vain, unless one can ... do big things.
Our society, like decadent Rome, has turned into an amusement society, with writers chief among the court jesters - not so much above the clatter as part of it.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd, - "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.
The past cannot be regained, although we can learn from it; the future is not yet ours even though we must plan for it. ... Time is now. We have only today.
[My father] was generous with his affection, given to great, awkward, engulfing hugs, and I can remember so clearly the smell of his hugs, all starched shirt, tobacco, Old Spice, and Cutty Sark. Sometimes I think I've never been properly hugged since.