There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more surprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing... They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.

Heroics are not easily had for the young in our times. Perhaps that is why they go to such extremes to create their own dangers.

One is taught by experience to put a premium on those few people who can appreciate you for what you are.

Who wanted to creep along in comfort when there was one chance in a thousand of flying?

How easy it was to make people happy, when you didn't want or need anything from them.

The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it.

I'm always aware that I risk being taken for a neurasthenic prima donna when I explain to someone who wants 'just a little' of my time that five minutes of the wrong kind of distraction can ruin a working day.