... The Life Of The Mind Is

Nobody, Not Even The Old, Not Even The Despairing, Wished To Come To An End In Time Or In Eternity.

There Is No Support So Strong As The Strength That Enables One To Stand Alone.

In The Past Few Years, I Have Made A Thrilling Discovery ... That Until One Is Over Sixty, One Can Never Really Learn The Secret Of Living. One Can Then Begin To Live, Not Simply With The Intense Part Of Oneself, But With One's Entire Being.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

To Seize The Flying Thought Before It Escapes Us Is Our Only Touch With Reality.