The Law is a grim, unsmiling thing. Not Justice, though. Justice is witty and whimsical and kind and caring.

So we tell the same story, over and over. Just the details are different

What folly made young people, even those in middle age, think they were immortal? How much better, their lives, if they could remember the end. Carrying your death with you every day would make it hard to waste time on unkindness and anger and bitterness, on anything petty. That was the secret: remembering your dying time, in order to keep the stupid and the ugly out of your living time.

After all, our lives are but a sequence of accidents - a clanking chain of chance events. A string of choices, casual or deliberate, which add up to that one big calamity we call life.

You see, you cannot draw lines and compartments, and refuse to budge beyond them, sometimes you have to use your failures as stepping stones to success

World can be a bewildering place,and dreams and ambitions are often paths to the most pernicious of traps

I think a lot about the past, it's true. But at my age, the past is more present than the here and now. And there is not much percentage in the future.