I trusted providence to prevent a sneeze, refused to worry, declined to dwell on negative possibilities, and I did not sneeze, did not sneeze, still did not sneeze, but then I farted.

I feel like I've been sliding all day.

I do not wish to shine. I prefer shadows, quiet, periods of solitude. I do not wish to be noticed. If one is all but invisible to others, one cannot be envied, inspire anger or suspicion. Near invisibility is a way of life that I recommend.

I'd probably long ago have gone seven kinds of crazy, one for each day of the week, if I didn't simplify my life in every area where I do have some control.

She understood at least as well as I did what corruption and pitiless cruelty might be hidden behind the masks that some people wore.

Half a century goes by in what seems like a year. Don't waste an hour in boredom, son, or wishing for tomorrow.

There are other worlds to sing in.