Do You Know The Times When One

When You Get To My Age Life Seems Little More Than One Long March To And From The Lavatory.

I Think I Feel Rather Differently About Sympathy To What Seems The Normal View. I Like Just To Feel It Is There, But Not Always Expressed.

The Joy Of All Mysteries Is The Certainty Which Comes From Their Contemplation, That There Are Many Doors Yet For The Soul To Open On Her Upward And Inward Way.

A Diary Need Not Be A Dreary Chronicle Of One's Movements; It Should Aim Rather At Giving Salient Account Of Some Particular Episode, A Walk, A Book, A Conversation.

There Remain Times When One Can Only Endure. One Lives On, One Doesn't Die, And The Only Thing That One Can Do, Is To Fill One's Mind And Time As Far As Possible With The Concerns Of Other People. It Doesn't Bring Immediate Peace, But It Brings The Dawn Nearer.