I'm completely uninhabited.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.
That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.
I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.
Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter - - - for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. . . . Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.
If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.
Cicero most reminds me of Harold Wilson. Both men knew how to keep the show on the road.
I had a huge imagination. My granddad says I was a bit of a Walter Mitty character.
Please, no matter how we advance technologically, please don't abandon the book. There is nothing in our material world more beautiful than the book.