Robert Smith

“The clock of life is wound but once,And no man has the powerTo tell just when the hands will stopAt late or early hour.To lose one's wealth is sad indeed,To lose one's health is more,To lose one's soul is such a lossThat no man can restore.The present only is our own,So live, love, toil with a will,Place no faith in "Tomorrow,"For the Clock may then be still.””

“Practice giving things away, not just things you don't care about, but things you do like. Remember, it is not the size of a gift, it is its quality and the amount of mental attachment you overcome that count. So don't bankrupt yourself on a momentary positive impulse, only to regret it later. Give thought to giving. Give small things, carefully, and observe the mental processes going along with the act of releasing the little thing you liked. (53)(Quote is actually Robert A F Thurman but Huston Smith, who only wrote the introduction to my edition, seems to be given full credit for this text.)””

“We were walking toward the fountain, the epicenter of activity, when an older couple stopped and openly observed us. Robert enjoyed being noticed, and he affectionately squeezed my hand."oh, take their picture," said the woman to her bemused husband, "I think they're artists.""Oh, go on," he shrugged. "They're just kids.””