The friend is the person whom one is in need of and by whom one is needed.

I have known some quite good people who were unhappy, but never an interested person who was unhappy.

I don't like authority, at least I don't like other people's authority.

I never enter a new company without the hope that I may discover a friend, perhaps the friend, sitting there with an expectant smile. That hope survives a thousand disappointments.

One's mind has a way of making itself up in the background, and it suddenly becomes clear what one means to do.

Do you know the times when one seems to stick fast in circumstances like the fly in the jam-pot? It can't be helped, and I suppose the best thing to do is to lay in a good store of jam!

It seems sometimes as if one were powerless to do any more from within to overcome troubles, and that help must come from without.