Spend the afternoon, you can't take it with you.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
A schedule defends from chaos and whim.
There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable. There is no way you can tell the child that if language had been a melody, he had mastered it and done well, but that since it was in fact a sense, he had botched it utterly.