Yesterday when I was young The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue I teased at life as if it were a foolish game The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame… — Charles Aznavour I first heard this song sung by Dusty Springfield, and as is so often the case,…
“You know,” said Arthur, “it’s at times like this, when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.” “Why, what did she tell you?” “I don’t know,…
We’re making the same mistakes we made 1,000 years ago.
So they must be the right ones. So relax.
is a most salutary gift.
Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves.
one travels far
“Nothing is more alien to the present age than idleness. If we think of resting from our labours, it is only in order to return to them. In thinking so highly of work we are aberrant. Few other cultures have ever done so. For nearly all of history and all prehistory, work was an indignity.” —…
Nothing, of course, begins at the time you think it did. — Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman (1969)
Where the clouds the are hung
For the poets eye.