But the point is, now, at this moment, or any moment, we're only cross-sections of our real selves. What we really are is the whole stretch of ourselves, all our time, and when we come to the end of this life, all those selves, all our time, will be us - the real you, the real me. And then perhaps we'll find ourselves in another time, which is only another kind of dream.

In a world shaped and colored more and more by politicians, the nations meet politically, and hardly any other way to settle their differences.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.

I have always been a grumbler. I am designed for the part - sagging face, weighty underlip, rumbling, resonant voice. Money couldn't buy a better grumbling outfit.

I never read the life of any important person without discovering that he knew more and could do more than I could ever hope to know or do in half a dozen lifetimes.

To multiply your joy, count your blessings.