I have everything, yet have nothing; and although I possess nothing, still of nothing am I in want.
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
Busy idleness urges us on.
I think that I'm throwing but I'm thrown
Say you were standing with one foot in the oven and one foot in an ice bucket. According to the percentage people, you would be perfectly comfortable.
I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.
I am astonished, disappointed, pleased with myself. I am distressed, depressed, rapturous. I am all these things at once and cannot add up the sum.
her age was that indeterminate mixture of everlasting youth and anticipated wisdom which is the glory and the curse of genius.
