We overlook everyday beauty dogged by anxiety about the future.
When it comes to parallel universes, it does not get much better than Narnia. Where better to escape the troubles of a world which at times feel overwhelming.
What exquisite bitter-sweetness, an English autumn in the countryside.
Regret, while you still have breath, is a wasteful extravagance, a futile and destructive luxury.
To have lived a good life is all that matters in the end.