It is sometimes the man who opens the door who is the last to enter the room.
He is invariably in a hurry being in a hurry is one of the tributes he pays to life.
Happiness is the moment when you cease to make an inventory of joys; it is a glow, a brightness - never a list.
What we buy belongs to us only when the price is forgotten.
Reticences are as revealing as avowals.
Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?