Oh! I must somehow manage to do a figure in a few strokes.
If life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.
A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.
Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?
I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.
Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.
Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?
Every child begins the world again, to some extent, and loves to stay outdoors, even in wet and cold. It plays house, as well as horse, having an instinct for it. . . At last we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.
If there is no freedom of expression, then the beauty of life is lost. Participation in a society is not an artistic choice, it’s a human need.
Yeah, writers do hate writing.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say, 'This poet lies; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces. '