The great art of life is sensation to feel that we exist even in pain.
The little religion that I have clung to-that what matters most is the continuity of life and its improvement from one generation to another.
I'm so depressed. Christmas is the worst of all. Holidays are terrible worse...
I don't think I'm going to do any good work this morning.
Nothing is more dead and dated than the book which once caused...
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell...
I want to ask those who are aiding terror, what do...
