What matters is the day at hand and what we do with it, one day at a time, some butter-side-down days, some butter-side-up. And what should we do with the day?
Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days for which we, in our dissatisfaction, so often yearn are already with us; all great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.
Human beings not only can't bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn't force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces.
At times like this, tears exorcise emotions that would otherwise haunt me and, by their haunting, embitter me.
Hell of a thing to have to experience, hell of a thing to have to see, to be reminded you're a human being and all it meant to be one.
The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.