The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes. The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great.

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

You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.

The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room.

it is a lean employment of time to brood on what might have happened along some other turning.

The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes. The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great.

Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.