Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
Happy 54th birthday, Jeffrey Eugenides! When the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist was in college, he took a year off to volunteer with Mother Teresa—the experience inspired a similar trip in his third novel, The Marriage Plot.
These woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
March 7, 1923: Robert Frost’s most well-known poem, Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening, was published 91 years ago today.
Everybody talks about wanting to change things and help and fix, but ultimately all you can do is fix yourself. And that’s a lot. Because if you can fix yourself, it has a ripple effect.
Happy 67th birthday, Rob Reiner! The director of When Harry Met Sally… and The Princess Bride got his start as a writer on The Smothers Brothers.
The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness.
Michel de Montaigne
Renaissance writer Michel de Montaigne (born February 28, 1533) pioneered the personal essay. He had a lot to draw on. His father was fond of childrearing experiments—young Michel lived in isolation with a peasant family until age 3, and then was brought back home but surrounded with Latin-speaking servants.
There are too many books I haven’t read, too many places I haven’t seen, too many memories I haven’t kept long enough.
Author Irwin Shaw (born February 27, 1913) had written two popular novels when he was placed on the Hollywood blacklist. As a result he moved to Europe, but his work continued to be widely read in America.
That’s me, my mom, and my grandmother at her 90th Birthday
My mom emailed this to me & I just had to post it. She’s been my rock, role model, and best friend my whole life and I just love her to pieces!
I read this in the book (Charlotte Gray) and thought it was beautiful and gives us hope and wanted to share it with you
There is no such thing as a coherent human personality. When you are forty you have no cell in your body that you had at eighteen. It is the same with your character.
Memory is the only thing that binds you to earlier selves; for the rest, you become an entirely different being every decade or so, sloughing off the old persona, renewing and moving on. You are not who you were, nor who you will be