The Calla Lilies Are In Bloom Again.

I Don't Believe In Religion. I Believe The Example Of Christ. I Believe In The Example Of A Perfect Human Being That If You Can Live For Other People Away From Yourself You Will Be Happy. If You Live For Yourself You Will Be Unhappy And Then You Will Not Be Able To Sleep Or Do Anything Else... Finally. I Think Insofar, And I Really Believe This, Insofar As People Do Live With The Other Fellow [god] In Mind, They Have To Be Happy You Know? Because It Raises You Up.

It's A Bore - B-o-r-e - When You Find You've Begun To Rot.

"isn't It Fun Getting Older?" Is Really A Terrible Fallacy. That's Like Saying I Prefer Driving An Old Car With A Flat Tire.

You Can't Just Be Talented: You Have To Be Terribly Smart And Energetic And Ruthless. You Also Have To Become Necessary To People, By Working Hard And Well And Bringing More Than Your Bones And Your Skin To The Project. Don't Just Show Up. Transform The Work, Yourself, And Everybody Around You. Be Needed. Be Interesting. Be Something No One Else Can Be--and Consistently.

How Wonderful Are The Women And Men In The World Who Feed Us. Especially Those Who Feed Us With No Salary. The Mothers—i Thought. The Wives.