Ability to think, like the violin or piano, requires daily practice
I've arrived at the age where a platonic friendship can be sustained on the highest moral plane.
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.
That's what all we are: amateurs. We don't live long enough to be anything else.
We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
Only the unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural.