But Even So, None Of The News

I Might Enjoy Being An Albatross, Being Able To Glide For Days And Daydream For Hundreds Of Miles Along The Thermals. And Then Being Able To Hang Like An Affliction Round Some People's Necks.

The Way We Are Living, Timorous Or Bold, Will Have Been Our Life.

I Have Begun To Think Of Life As A Series Of Ripples Widening Out From An Original Center.

God Is A Foreman With Certain Definite Views Who Orders Life In Shifts Of Work And Leisure.

Hope Is Not Optimism, Which Expects Things To Turn Out Well, But Something Rooted In The Conviction That There Is Good Worth Working For.