She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.

We must get over wanting to be needed.

When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.

I do not doubt that if the Paradisal man could now appear among us, we should regard him as an utter savage, a creature to be exploited or, at best, patronised. Only one or two, and those the holiest among us, would glance a second time at the naked, shaggy-bearded, slow spoken creature: but they, after a few minutes, would fall at his feet.

The harder you tried not to think, the more you thought.

Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or garden beyond it is opaque. How if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to 'see through' [everything]. If you see through everything, then everything is transparent. But a wholly transparent world is an invisible world. To 'see through' all things is the same as not to see.