I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. “Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.” – E.B. White
New York is to the nation what the white church spire is to the village — the visible symbol of aspiration and faith, the white plume saying the way is up! – E.B. White
I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. – Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods, “Economy” #infj