When you are getting on in years (but not ill, of course), you get very sleepy at times, and the hours seem to pass like lazy cattle moving across a landscape.

Is there not too much tension in the world at present, and might it not be better if more people were slackers?

The first quarter-century of your life was doubtless lived under the cloud of being too young for things, while the last quarter-century would normally be shadowed by the still darker cloud of being too old for them; and between those two clouds, what small and narrow sunlight illumines a human lifetime!

The right mixture of caring and not caring - I suppose that's what love is.

Laziness in doing stupid things can be a great virtue.

This storm you talk of . . .t will be such a one, my son, as the world has not seen before. There will be no safety by arms, no help from authority, no answer in science. It will rage till every flower of culture is trampled, and all human things are leveled in a vast chaos.

There's only one thing more important... and that is, after you've done what you set out to do, to feel that it's been worth doing.