"Take more time,
cover less ground."
—Thomas Mertonhttps://t.co/6lNv7u6xBx#leadership pic.twitter.com/n71qsBlT2T

— Jeffrey Cufaude (@jc46202) March 10, 2019

From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows is a compendium of invented words written by John Koenig. Each original definition aims to fill a hole in the language—to give a name to emotions we all might experience but don’t yet have a word for.

All words in this dictionary are new. They were not necessarily intended to be used in conversation, but to exist for their own sake; to give a semblance of order to a dark continent, so you can settle it yourself on your own terms, without feeling too lost—safe in the knowledge that we’re all lost.

Author John Koenig has more to say at TED.

via Susan Cain

I’m typically averse to interviews (even I wrote into my #Figuring contract that I’d be doing none besides my conversation with the wondrous @GilbertLiz tonight). But then my friend Rebecca Solnit persuaded me this is a lovely way to celebrate beloved books. It was indeed a joy. https://t.co/OVvELGqbJo

— Maria Popova (@brainpicker) February 8, 2019

“Be sick and tired of yesterday’s self”—Basho, as rendered by Jeff Robbins on basho4humanity.

— Pico Iyer (@PicoIyer) January 30, 2019

Nothing I saw when I read Narrow Road to the Interior struck me with the immediacy of this quotation. Maybe it's time for another look.

And at the basho4humanity site

The attachment to Oldness
is the very worst disease
a poet can have.

Viktor E. Frankl: "Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom."

— cryptobitchicks (@cryptobitchicks) January 29, 2019

I like to remind myself every once in a while.

“The mere passage of time makes us all exiles.” —Joyce Carol Oates https://t.co/egIc8E4CNv

— The Paris Review (@parisreview) January 27, 2019

In theory one is aware that the earth revolves, but in practice one does not perceive it, the ground upon which one treads seems not to move, and one can rest assured. So it is with Time in one's life.

— Marcel Proust (@Daily_Proust) January 27, 2019