Lost time is like a run in a stocking. It always gets worse.
I feel we are all islands - in a common sea.
The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.
Only with winter-patience can we bring the deep-desired, long-awaited Spring.
Packing is chiefly planning -- if it is
For is it not possible that middle age can be looked upon as a period of second flowering, second growth, even a kind of second adolescence? It is true that society in general does not help one accept this interpretation of the second half of life.