Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

Nothing can seem extraordinary until you have discovered what is ordinary.

The surest way of spoiling a pleasure [is] to start examining your satisfaction.

As for wrinkles--Pshaw! Why shouldn't we have wrinkles? Honorable insignia of long service in this warfare.

To play well the scenes in which we are 'on' concerns us much more than to guess about the scenes that follow it.