What a fearful object a long-neglected duty gets to be
I hate facts. I always say the chief end of man is to form general propositions – adding that no general proposition is worth a damn.
Happiness, it is said, is seldom found by those who seek it, and never by those who seek it for themselves.
Sadness does not inhere in things; it does not reach us from the world and through mere contemplation of the world. It is a product of our own thought. We create it out of whole cloth.
The light of the stars that were extinguished ages ago still reaches us. So is it with great men who died centuries ago, but still reach us with the radiations of their personality.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
Opportunities are usually disguised by hard work, so most people don’t recognize them.