And the old words are best of all

We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer's wreckage. We will welcome summer's ghost.

Inside was something we called a letter of introduction, just a few paragraphs describing me as somebody who was an excellent reader, a good cook, a mediocre musician, and an awful quarreler.

Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

What's coming will come and we'll meet it when it does.

But the coffee took the headache away

I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.