It's not up to us what we learn, but merely whether we learn through joy or through pain.

I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.

Time is our element, not a mistaken invader.

Truth should not be forced; it should simply manifest itself, like a woman who has in her privacy reflected and coolly decided to bestow herself upon a certain man.

All blessings are mixed blessings.

Affairs, ... , like everything else, ask too much.

The Florida sun seems not much a single thing overhead but a set of klieg lights that pursue you everywhere with an even white illumination.