I would be the most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.
Sooner or later, we've got to work at it, no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted.
You always pass failure on the way to success.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.
There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
People fail forward to success.
No one goes there nowadays, it's too crowded.