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‘I now see that I spent most of my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked.’
Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one—the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts,
The man can neither make, nor retain, one moment of time; it all comes to him by pure gift; he might as well regard the sun and moon as his chattels.
The game is to have them all running about with fire extinguishers whenever there is a flood, and all crowding to that side of the boat which is already nearly gunwale under.
No one need now go through the field with a cane. The little stalks will now of themselves bite the tops off the big ones.
