To most mortals there is a stupidity which is unendurable and a stupidity which is altogether acceptable - else, indeed, what would become of social bonds?

... indefinite visions of ambition are weak against the ease of doing what is habitual or beguilingly agreeable.

But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.

Memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile.

I am not resigned: I am not sure life is long enough to learn that lesson.

Time, like money, is measured by our needs.

We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.