Adventure is not outside man; it is within. |
Goodness is uneventful. It does not flash, it glows. |
Happiness... she loves, to see men at work. She loves sweat, weariness, self sacrifice. She will be found not in places but lurking in cornfields and factories; and hovering over littered desks; she crowns the unconscious head of the busy child. |
I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into the holidays--let them overtake me unexpectedly--waking up some fine morning and suddenly saying to myself: Why this is Christmas Day! |
Life is too brief. I had a friend whom I intended to know better. Yesterday he died. |
Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so. |
Those concerns weren't really raised adequately with staff so that they could address those concerns. |