Ascot is so exclusive that it is the only racecourse in the world where the horses own the people.
Art BuchwaldRead
Sharing our depressions felt like having survived a war. The experience bonds you to the other person for life.
Interpretation
Sharing struggles can create deep bonds between people.
Art Buchwald suggests that discussing our emotional challenges, such as depression, can feel like a significant survival experience, akin to surviving a war. This act of sharing not only alleviates individual burdens but also fosters a profound connection between those involved, as they find solace and understanding in each other's experiences.
In practice
In a support group, sharing personal experiences of depression can significantly help others feel less alone.
Ascot is so exclusive that it is the only racecourse in the world where the horses own the people.
Human beings thrive on action. Stagnation does not wear well with us. We are said to have our origins as hunter-gatherers. We run and we chase. We are problem-solvers. We must be continuously tested and we continuously test ourselves. And it will not end until our lives end because of life itself.
I have no idea where I'm going but here's the real question: What am I doing here in the first place?
The best things in life aren't things.
Americans are just beginning to regard food the way the French always have. Dinner is not what you do in the evening before something else. Dinner is the evening.
You can't make up anything anymore. The world itself is a satire. All you're doing is recording it.
Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.
Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other's hopes. They are kind to each other's dreams.
For I do not want any one to read my book carelessly. I have suffered too much grief in setting down these memories. Six years have already passed since my friend went away from me, with his sheep. If I try to describe him here, it is to make sure that I shall not forget him. To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures.
Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.
I have loved my friends as I do virtue, my soul, my God.
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