The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods