Regrets are idle; yet history is one long regret. Everything might have turned out so differently.
It is only the fools who keep straining at high C all their lives.
What small potatoes we all are, compared with what we might be!
Goodness comes out of people who bask in the sun, as it does out of a sweet apple roasted before the fire.
Isolation breeds conceit.
There is no moment of delight in any pilgrimage like the beginning of it.