Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.

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

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

He had to deal all at once with the packed regrets and stifled memories of an inarticulate lifetime.

There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time.

I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints.