The discomfiture we feel may be our most accurate human sensation; reminding us we are not quite "at home" here.

But as for Lucy, she was always gay and golden-haired, and all princes in those parts desired her to be their Queen, and her own people called her Queen Lucy the Valiant.

In my experience, it is Affection that creates this taste, teaching us first to notice, then to endure, then to smile at, then to enjoy, and finally to appreciate the people who 'happen to be there.' Made for us? Thank God, no. They are themselves, odder than you could have believed and worth far more than we guessed.

The more often he feels without acting, the less he will be able ever to act, and, in the long run, the less he will be able to feel.

You've no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years.

Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say 'infinitely' when you mean 'very'; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite.

How difficult it is to avoid having a special standard for oneself.