Everything in the least connected with him has value for me; if someone even mentions his name it is like a little present to me-and I long to mention it myself

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.