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

A well begun is half ended.

I expect that all of us get pretty much what we deserve of appreciation.

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.

The joy of all mysteries is the certainty which comes from their contemplation, that there are many doors yet for the soul to open on her upward and inward way.

When you get to my age life seems little more than one long march to and from the lavatory.

The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.