Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance.

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman.

Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.

Dead men tell no tales, Mary.