There Is A Stage In Any Misery

Lord, If There Is A Heartache Vienna Cannot Cure I Hope Never To Feel It. I Came Home Cured Of Everything Except Vienna.

... The Whole Of Society In Washington Is To Some Degree Political. It Is Like No Other Capital City Known To Me, In That Political Thinking, The Whole Business, Technical And Personal, Of Politics, Is Not Diluted By An Equal Interest In Art, Industry, Amusement, Anything You Like. I Don't Meant That These Are Non-existent In Washington -- Only That They Are Subdued To The Ruling Passion.

Only One Person In A Thousand Knows The Trick Of Really Living In The Present. Most Of Us Spend Fifty-nine Minutes An Hour Living In The Past, With Regret For Lost Joys Or Shame For Things Badly Done (both Utterly Useless And Weakening) Or In A Future Which We Either Long For Or Dread. . . . There Is Only One Minute In Which You Are Alive, This Minute, Here And Now. The Only Way To Live Is By Accepting Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle. Which Is Exactly What It Is-a Miracle And Unrepeatable.

There Is Only One World; The World Pressing Against You At This Minute. There Is Only One Minute In Which You Are Alive; This Minute Here And Now. The Only Way To Live Is By Accepting Each Minute As An Unrepeatable Miracle.

All Writers Who Can Claim To Be Called 'living' Must Be Political In A Sense. They Must Have What The Quakers Call A Concern To Understand What Is Happening In The World, And Must Engage Themselves, In Their Writing, To Promote No Comfortable Lies, Of The Sort Which People Will Pay Well To Be Told Rather Than The Truth.