Let us treasure our joys but not bewail our sorrows. W.C.
(How to "let go"? Walk in Point Defiance Park in an autumn drizzle and laugh when your dog jumps into a pond knowing full well you have no towels in your car.)
Ah! Yes! I know: town planning - densities, broad vistas, open spaces. Give me the romance of the 18th-century alley, with its dark corners, where footpads lurk. W.C.
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If we look back on our past life we shall see that one of its most unusual experiences is that we have been helped by our mistakes . . . W.C.
Clarity and cogency can be reconciled with a greater brevity . . . it is slothful not to compress your thoughts. W.C.
If you cannot read all your books... fondle them - peer into them, let them fall open where they will, read from the first sentence that arrests the eye, set them back on the shelves with your own hands, arrange them on your own plan so that you at least know where they are. Let them be your friends; let them, at any rate, be your acquaintances. W.C.