There was no escaping by means of any journey, however adventurous, one took one's problems and sorrows with one.

You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.

It is a sadness of growing older that some of us lose our ardent appreciation of what is new and different and difficult.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

Easy enough to dismiss others' problems when you had none of your own.

How close the sexes sometimes come to one another. It is as much a matter of behaviour and the spere in which they move that separates the masculine part of humanity from the feminine.

Clergymen have much the same in their breeches as other men.