There is nothing more sobering than a great deal of time spent in a hospital with the critically ill. Nothing more rewarding either.
“Exi ergo, transgressor. Exi, seductor, plene omni dolo et fallacia, virtutis inimici, innocentium persecutor.”
While the modern shopping experience ranks low on my list of existential anxieties, it nonetheless merits mention as one of life’s annoyances.
Cleopatra was fortunate indeed, the rest of us may age less well. But we should embrace age, not resent or fear it.
The Arab Israeli conflict arose from vibrating energy “strings” – it really is that simple in a sense.
There is nothing quite like a funeral to concentrate the mind; “carpe diem” seems such an apt phrase at such a time.
Every human should have the right to take his or her own life and the means to do so painlessly and swiftly should be made easily and openly available.
What possible use is hindsight when the past is behind us and unchangeable?
I do not read the news because it is repetitive, dispiriting, boring and irrelevant.
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.