The happiness that may emerge from taking a second look is central to Proust's therapeutic conception. It reveals the extent to which our dissatisfactions may be the result of failing to look properly at our lives rather than the result of anything inherently deficient about them.

One's doing well if age improves even slightly one's capacity to hold on to that vital truism: "This too shall pass.

Although I don't believe in God, Bach's music shows me what a love of God must feel like.

Most of us still caged within careers chosen for us by our not entirely worldly 18-22 year old selves.

The media insists on taking what someone didn't mean to say as being far closer to the truth than what they did.

Only by declaring a book completely finished can one start to see how much remains to be done on it.

Work finally begins when the fear of doing nothing exceeds the fear of doing it badly.