I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.
After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.
Worrying about them always struck me as about as useful as worrying about getting hit by lightning.
I'd learned my lesson.
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling.
Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
Temptation rarely comes in working hours. It is in their leisure time that men are made or marred.