Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
What are we busy doing?
It’s not enough to be busy; so are the ants.
The question is, “What are we busy about?”
– Henry David Thoreau
Relationships
Nancy Astor: “Winston, if you were my husband, I’d put poison in your coffee.”
Winston Churchill: “Nancy, if you were my wife, I’d drink it.”
LIVING IN THIS MOMENT 