Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace

What is one's personality, detached from that of the friends with whom fate happens to have linked one? I cannot think of myself apart from the influence of the two or three greatest friendships of my life, and any account of my own growth must be that of their stimulating and enlightening influence.