If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?” “No”, said the priest, “not if you did not know.” “Then why,” asked the Eskimo earnestly, “did you tell me?
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
You can’t test courage cautiously.
A schedule defends from chaos and whim.
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.
