An Optimist Sees The Oportunity In Every

872, Ivar, King Of The Northmen Of All Ireland And Britain , Ended His Life." He Had Conquered Mercia And East Anglia. He Had Captured The Major Stronghold Of The Kingdom Of Strathclyde, Dumbarton. Laden With Loot And Seemingly Invincible, He Settled In Dublin And Died There Peacefully Two Years Later. The Pious Chroniclers Report That He "slept In Christ." Thus It May Be That He Had The Best Of Both Worlds.

I Am An Optimist. It Does Not Seem Too Much Use Being Anything Else.

My Mother Always Seemed To Me Like A Fairy Princess: A Radiant Being Possessed Of Limitless Riches And Power. She Shone For Me Like The Evening Star. I Loved Her Dearly.

I Wonder Whether Any Other Generation Has Seen Such Astounding Revolutions Of Data And Values As Those Through Which We Have Lived. Scarcely Anything Material Or Established Which I Was Brought Up To Believe Was Permanent And Vital, Has Lasted. Everything I Was Sure Or Taught To Be Sure Was Impossible, Has Happened.

All Wisdom Is Not New Wisdom.