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

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

One remembers horrors, I think, for the rest of one's life, but memories do not always remain so sharp, and with time, and new circumstance, do not affect us so powerfully.

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

Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span on this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.

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

Concern for someone else was a good remedy for taking the mind off one's own troubles.