And action is the only remedy to indifference, the most insidious danger of all.
Where penury is felt the thought is chain'd, And sweet colloquial pleasures are but few.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
Pleasure admitted in undue degree, enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
Far happier are the dead methinks than they who look for death and fear it every day.
I think that it's not enough to do the little Band-Aid things of having celebrities come and read to children. Not that we don't need to read to children, but we don't need to just do it one time and feel good about it. I think we need to think long range about poor people and their relationship to libraries.
A vivid tale of exploration set in a howling, deadly wilderness.
People know that fame and position are pleasant, but they do not know that the pleasure of anonymity is most real. People know that hunger and cold are distressing, but they do not know that the distress of not experiencing cold or hunger is greater.
I don’t want anyone with me today. Not even him. Some walks you have to take alone.