“Old times” never come back and I suppose it’s just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that’s better.

Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.

Is there not an art, a music, and a stream of words that shalt be life, the acknowledged voice of life?

Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy’s First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire, the next morning you will have a flat tire.