It is not possible to love and be wise.

A man may own a ship, but unless he is captain of a crew he goes where the ship goes.

The trouble with you, dear, is that you think an angel of the Lord as a creature with wings, whereas he is probably a scruffy little man with a bowler hat.

That was the way with grief: it left you alone for months together until you thought that you were cured, and then without warning it blotted out the sunlight.

One would expect boredom to be a great yawning emotion, but it isn't, of course. It's a small niggling thing.

Weak people can be very stubborn.

Nothing great ever came out of common sense.