Live only for today, and you ruin tomorrow.
We must welcome the future, remembering that soon it will be the past, and we must respect the past, knowing that once it was all that was humanly possible.
When people ask for time, it’s always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn’t take half as long to say.
The trouble with dawn is that it comes too early in the day.
Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.
Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
Those that dare lose a day are dangerously prodigal; those that dare misspend it, desperate.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. Like when they say, “As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end.”
Live not one’s life as though one had a thousand years, but live each day as the last.
One of the illusions of life is that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year.