You Will Have Time, That Rare And

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!

There Are Times In Life When The Most Comfortable Thing Is To Do Nothing At All. Things Happen To You And You Just Let Them Happen.

Laziness In Doing Stupid Things Can Be A Great Virtue.

The Right Mixture Of Caring And Not Caring - I Suppose That's What Love Is.

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.