When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.
All movements go too far.
Vigorous writing is concise.
We can be sure that the greatest hope for maintaining equilibrium in the face of any situation rests within ourselves.
Our lives teach us who we are.
How we remember, what we remember and why we remember form the most personal map of our individuality.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.