It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance.
It had been agreed between them that lighted candles at wayside inns, in strange countries amid mountain scenery, gave the evening meal a peculiar poetry.
I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.
Cats and monkeys; monkeys and cats; all human life is there.
Things are always different from what they might be.
And remember this, that if you've been hated, you've also been loved.