I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again."

"I woke at intervals until . . . the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not."

Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.

The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet.