At one moment we deplore our birth and state and aspire to an ascetic exaltation; the next we are overcome by the smell of some old garden path and weep to hear the thrushes sing.

You couldn't lose, you was playing Mozart

People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they&#39;re not on your road doesn&#39;t mean they&#39;ve gotten lost.

Noting the lack of crime or security in the Netherlands, the author asked a native who guarded a national landmark. He got the replay, "We all do.

Written By Bill Bryson

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