What I find trying in a country which you do not understand and where you cannot speak, is that you can never be yourself.

If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasant waters for our old age.

On the whole, age comes more gently to those who have some doorway into an abstract world-art, or philosophy, or learning-regions where the years are scarcely noticed and the young and old can meet in a pale truthful light.

The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you.

every word calls up far more of a picture than its actual meaning is supposed to do, and the writer has to deal with all these silent associations as well as with the uttered significance.

I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving

Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse.