Laziness In Doing Stupid Things Can Be

Is There Not Too Much Tension In The World At Present, And Might It Not Be Better If More People Were Slackers?

If You Forgive People Enough You Belong To Them, And They To You, Whether Either Person Likes It Or Not Squatter's Rights Of The Heart.

What A Host Of Little Incidents, All Deep-buried In The Past -- Problems That Had Once Been Urgent, Arguments That Had Once Been Keen, Anecdotes That Were Funny Only Because One Remembered The Fun. Did Any Emotion Really Matter When The Last Trace Of It Had Vanished From Human Memory; And If That Were So, What A Crowd Of Emotions Clung To Him As To Their Last Home Before Annihilation? He Must Be Kind To Them, Must Treasure Them In His Mind Before Their Long Sleep.

Have You Ever Been Going Somewhere With A Crowd And You're Certain It's The Wrong Road And You Tell Them, But They Won't Listen, So You Just Have To Plod Along In What You Know Is The Wrong Direction Till Somebody More Important Gets The Same Idea?

The First Quarter-century Of Your Life Was Doubtless Lived Under The Cloud Of Being Too Young For Things, While The Last Quarter-century Would Normally Be Shadowed By The Still Darker Cloud Of Being Too Old For Them; And Between Those Two Clouds, What Small And Narrow Sunlight Illumines A Human Lifetime!