Yo no nacÃ dichoso. De niÃ±o, mi himno favorito era: Â«Cansado del mundo y con el peso de mis pecadosÂ». A los cinco aÃ±os yo pensaba que si habÃa de vivir setenta no habÃa pasado aÃºn mÃ¡s que la catorceava parte de mi vida vital, y me parecÃa casi insoportable la enorme cantidad de aburrimiento que me aguardaba. En la adolescencia la vida me era odiosa, y estaba continuamente al borde del suicidio, del cual me librÃ© gracias al deseo de saber mÃ¡s matemÃ¡ticas. Hoy, por el contrario, gusto de la vida, y casi estoy por decir que cada aÃ±o que pasa la encuentro mÃ¡s gustosa. Esto es debido, en parte, a haber descubierto cuÃ¡les eran las cosas que deseaba mÃ¡s y haber adquirido gradualmente muchas de ellas. En parte es debido tambiÃ©n a haberme desprendido, felizmente, de ciertos deseos (la adquisiciÃ³n del conocimiento indudable acerca de algo) como esencialmente inasequibles. Pero en la mayor parte se debe a la preocupaciÃ³n, cada dÃa menor, de mÃ mismo.
If you delay till to-morrow what ought to be done to-day, you overcharge the morrow with a burden which belongs not to it. You load the wheels of time, and prevent it from carrying you along smoothly. He who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows out the plan, carries on a thread which will guide him through the labyrinth of the most busy life. The orderly arrangement of his time is like a ray of light which darts itself through all his affairs. But where no plan is laid, where the disposal of time is surrendered merely to the chance of incidents, all things lie huddled together in one chaos, which admits neither of distribution nor review.
The first principle of ethical power is Purpose. By purpose, I don't mean your objective or intention-something toward which you are always striving. Purpose is something bigger. It is the picture you have of yourself-the kind of person you want to be or the kind of life you want to lead.
There is between sleep and us something like a pact, a treaty with no secret clauses, and according to this convention it is agreed that, far from being a dangerous, bewitching force, sleep will become domesticated and serve as an instrument of our power to act. We surrender to sleep, but in the way that the master entrusts himself to the slave who serves him.
A writer who writes, I am alone... can be considered rather comical. It is comical for a man to recognize his solitude by addressing a reader and by using methods that prevent the individual from being alone. The word alone is just as general as the word bread. To pronounce it is to summon to oneself the presence of everything the word excludes.