Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
You are not your circumstances. You are your possibilities.
The key is to stay present and enjoy the moment.