Now, It Is My Contention

But My Mind Clung To My Wife's Image, Imagining It With An Uncanny Acuteness. I Heard Her Answering Me, Saw Her Smile, Her Frank And Encouraging Look. Real Or Not, Her Look Then Was More Luminous Than The Sun Which Was Beginning To Rise.

For Success, Like Happiness, Cannot Be Pursued; It Must Ensue, And It Only Does So As The Unintended Side-effect Of One's Personal Dedication To A Cause Greater Than Oneself Or As The By-product Of One's Surrender To A Person Other Than Oneself.

The Transitoriness Of Our Existence In Now Way Makes It Meaningless. But It Does Constitute Our Responsibleness; For Everything Hinges Upon Our Realizing The Essentially Transitory Possibilities.

Live As If You Were Living A Second Time, And As Though You Had Acted Wrongly The First Time.

Usually, To Be Sure, Man Considers Only The Stubble Field Of Transitoriness And Overlooks The Full Granaries Of The Past, Wherein He Had Salvaged Once And For All His Deeds, His Joys And Also His Sufferings. Nothing Can Be Undone, And Nothing Can Be Done Away With. I Should Say Having Been Is The Surest Kind Of Being.