One has to spend many years in learning how to be happy.

There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room.

I flutter all ways, and fly in none.

The mother's love is at first an absorbing delight, blunting all other sensibilities; it is an expansion of the animal existence.

Worldly faces never look so worldly as at a funeral. They have the same effect of grating incongruity as the sound of a coarse voice breaking the solemn silence of night.

The thing we look forward to often comes to pass, but never precisely in the way we have imagined to ourselves.

We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.