We only part to meet again.
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
I was reading Plato’s ‘The Republic’ at age 18, and I can’t account fully the electricity that had for me.
I’m not afraid of death at all.
The man whose life is devoted to paperwork has lost the initiative. He is dealing with things that are brought to his notice, having ceased to notice anything for himself.
The subject of death is taboo. We feel, perhaps only subconsciously, that to be in contact with death in any way, even indirectly, somehow confronts us with the prospect of our own deaths, draws our own deaths closer and makes them more real and thinkable.
Tell me and I forget. Show me and I remember. Involve me and I understand.
But money, wife, is the true Fuller’s Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
On the choice of friends, Our good or evil name depends.
It is better to be a has-been than a never-was.