One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.
The other producer of old age is habit: the deathly process of doing the same thing in the same way at the same hour day after day, first from carelessness, then from inclination, at last from cowardice or inertia. Luckily the inconsequent life is not the only alternative; for caprice is as ruinous as routine. Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.
Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.
I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
Life is made up of compromises.
In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.
I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.
Habit is necessary. It is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive ... one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in the big things, and happy in small ways.
Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.
The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region.
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.
traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy.
I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.
We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!
Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.
The difference is that these young people take it for granted that they're going to get whatever they want, and that we almost always took it for granted that we shouldn't. Only, I wonder—the thing one's so certain of in advance: can it ever make one's heart beat as wildly?
Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
In every heart there should be one grief that is like a well in the desert.
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