Calamities are of two kinds: misfortunes to ourselves, and good fortune to others.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hire public relations officers.
Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
I went up the stairs cautiously, not able to use my hands.
To be able to fill leisure intelligently is the last product of civilization, and at present very few people have reached this level.
We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.