We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

leisure is an attitude of mind, not simply remission of work.

the urgent crowds out the essential.

The sorrows we imagine are more profound and inconsolable than real life leaves us time for.

We love those we are happy with. We do. For how else can we know we love them, or how else define loving?

One of the many possible divisions of human beings is into those who make and those who use.

If you would be happy all your life, plant a garden.