There’s an old adage,” he said, “translated from the ancient Coptic, that contains all the wisdom of the ages — “Life is life and fun is fun, but it’s all so quiet when the goldfish die.
The Old Days, the Lost Days — in the half-closed eyes of memory (and in fact) they never marched across a calendar; they huddled round a burning log, leaned on a certain table, or listened to those certain songs.
You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.
If a man has any greatness in him, it comes to light, not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of his daily work.
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company – and so talk goes out through the lips.
In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.
(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter’s injury:)”Lion, rifles — and stupidity.
It was … disconcerting to examine your charts before a proposed flight only to find that in many cases the bulk of the terrain over which you had to fly was bluntly marked: ‘UNSURV
The way to find a needle in a haystack is to sit down.
Who thinks it just to be judged by a single error?
You can live a lifetime and at the end of it know more about other people than you know about yourself.