If one were to be a person of value that value could not be a condition subject to hazards of fortune. It had to be a quality that could not change. No matter what.

We think we are the victims of time. In reality, the way of the world isn't fixed anywhere. How could that be possible? We are our own journey. And therefore we are time as well. We are the same. Fugitive. Inscrutable. Ruthless.

Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.

It starts when you begin to overlook good manners. Any time you quit hearing Sir and Mam the end is pretty much in sight.

Life is brief and to have to spend every day of it doing what somebody else wants you to do is not the way to live it.

Doomed enterprises divide lives forever into the then and now

The world was new each day for God so made it daily. Yet it contained within it all the evils as before, no more, no less.