... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence.
O Lord! he concluded, forgive all these trespasses. Lead me not into Penn Station.
Let the enemies of life step down.
Socrates said the unexamined life is not worth living. But the over-examined life makes you wish you were dead. Given the alternative, I'd rather be living.
You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half.
The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.