the best of all good friends is pride.
No loose fish enters our quiet bay.
the curse of human nature is imagination. When a long anticipated moment comes, we always find it pitched a note too low, for the wings of imagination are crushed into its withering sides under the crowding hordes of petty realities.
... the irony of life is not that you cannot forget but that you can.
Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.
... books are too heterogeneous an interest to furnish a vital one in life, a reason for being alive.