People who travel are always fugitives.

She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

All autobiography is self-indulgent.

I would have gone too but I wanted to come straight back to you.I kept thinking of you, waiting here, all by yourself, not knowing what was going to happen.

Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.

A bad workman blames his tools.