People who deal with life generously and large-heartedly go on multiplying relationships to the end.

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

I believe in instinct, not reason. When reason is right, nine times out of ten it is impotent, and when it prevails, nine times out of ten it is wrong.

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

There remain times when one can only endure. One lives on, one doesn't die, and the only thing that one can do, is to fill one's mind and time as far as possible with the concerns of other people. It doesn't bring immediate peace, but it brings the dawn nearer.

I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.

People seldom refuse help, if one offers it in the right way.