I Still Find Each Day Too Short.

Serene, I Fold My Hands And Wait, Nor Care For Wind, Nor Tide, Nor Sea; I Rave No More 'gainst Time Or Fate, For Lo! My Own Shall Come To Me.

In The Printed Page The Only Real Things Are The Paper And The Ink; The White Spaces Play The Same Part In Aiding The Eye To Take In The Meaning Of The Print As Do The Black Letters.

In New York And New England The Sap Starts Up In The Sugar Maple The Very Day The Bluebird Arrives, And Sugar-making Begins Forthwith. The Bird Is Generally A Mere Disembodied Voice; A Rumor In The Air For Two Or Three Days Before It Takes Visible Shape Before You.

There Tends To Be This Comfortable Assumption That Nuclear Weapons Won't Be Used, But I Don't Think That's Warranted, And I Think We Should Seize The Opportunity Of This Time Of Stability And Cooperation And Move Towards Global Elimination Of Nuclear Weapons As Indeed People Like Henry Kissinger, And William Perry, Former Secretary Of Defense Under Clinton, And Sam Nunn, Former Senator, And George Schultz, Former Undersecretary Of State For Ronald Reagan. All Of Them Recently Called For Achievement Of A Nuclear Weapon-free World.

Happiness Comes Most To Persons Who Seek It Least And Think Least About It. It Is Not An Object To Be Sought, It Is A State To Be Induced. It Must Follow And Not Lead. It Must Overtake You, And Not You Overtake It.