Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.

One of the small consolations of old age, if you are lucky, can be at least a partial recovery of innocence.

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.