In her abhorrrence of a vacuum, Nature, for the furtherance of her favorite hobby, has often to resort to strange devices. If she could but understand that vacuity is sometimes better than superfluity!

What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.

What was time itself but the bloom, the sheath enfolding experience? Within time, and with time alone, there was life - the gleam, the quiver, the heartbeat, the immeasurable joy and anguish of being.

To mourn was distressing, but to endeavor to mourn and fail was worse than distress.

What fools people are when they think they can make two lives belong together by saying words over them.

The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.