Quotes About Progress

What's so hard about that first sentence is that you're stuck with it. Everything else is going to flow out of that sentence. And by the time you've laid down the first two sentences, your options are all gone.

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends.

Time is the school in which we learn.  

In was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that, but I am telling you how it was.

Medicine, I have reason since to notice more than once, remains an imperfect art.

Time is the school in which we learn.

I did not want to finish the year because I know that as the days pass, as January becomes February and February becomes summer, certain things will happen.

New people could be seen, by people like my grandfather, as indifferent to everything that had made California work, but the ambiguity was this: new people were also who were making California rich.

I was raised to believe that what came in on the next roll would always be better than what went out on the last. I no longer believe that...

Someday it all comes.

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

The time warp: the Civil War was yesterday, but 1960 is spoken of as if it were about three hundred years ago.

Water under the bridge and dynamite it behind you.

There was a way to know if you had made headway. You knew you had made headway, when a doctor to whom you had made one or another suggestions, presented, a day later, the plan as his own.

All that is constant about the California of my childhood is the rate at which it disappears.

But time brings odd mutations, and there we were.

the sails would fill, and the ship might

His best moment was when he walked up the majestic stairway to the second floor of the Met; he loved the glorious spaces of old exhibition halls. Not that they knew about old here, with buildings always being blasted and rebuilt higher. How did people in this city keep track of themselves, with so much coming at them at once?

There's good news and slightly less good news.

For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.

There's no such thing as a trivial thing. Everything costs; it all adds up until finally the balance shifts and we're gone again, back on the road, telling ourselves - well maybe next time

Too much balast slows you down.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.