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Peace of mind and heart…

Peace of mind and heart came for me when I accepted the fact that if people COULD do better, they WOULD do better. It was only important that I do the best I could, regardless of the action or inaction of others.

To paraphrase St. Francis: Seek to love rather than be loved, to understand rather than be understood, and to forgive rather than to be forgiven.


— Grateful for No Regrets

“Kindness” covers all of my political beliefs. No need to spell them out. I believe that if, at the end of it all, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. To make others less happy is a crime. To make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. We must try to contribute joy to the world. That is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. We must try. I didn’t always know this, and am happy I lived long enough to find it out.

Roger Ebert, “Go Gentle into That Good Night.” Roger Ebert’s Journal. 8 April 2016.

A Memoir of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Volume 2Finish every day and be done with it. For manners and for wise living it is a vice to remember. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. To-morrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day for all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, in James Elliot Cabot’s A Memoir of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Volume 2

The information universe tempts you with mildly pleasant but ultimately numbing diversions. The only way to stay fully alive is to dive down to your obsessions six fathoms deep. Down there it’s possible to make progress toward fulfilling your terrifying longing, which is the experience that produces the joy.

David Brooks, “The Art of Focus.” The New York Times 3 June 2014

I moved quietly to the French windows and stepped out into the garden to release the Lost Positives that the Lady of Shalott had given me. She had a soft spot for the orphaned prefixless words and thought they had more chance to thrive in Fiction than in Poetry. I let the defatigable scamps out of their box. They were kempt and sheveled but their behavior was peccable if not mildly gruntled. They started acting petuously and ran around in circles in a very toward manner.

Jasper Fforde, One of Our Thursdays Is Missing: A Thursday Next Novel