If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

We don't own the landscape—we borrow it from future generations.

Cognitive biases are like optical illusions of the mind; they trick us into seeing the world not as it is, but as we expect or want it to be.